Small

I am the smallest of small
And often wonder if I matter at all
With all of the mountains and depth of the sea
I have a hard time coping how little I mean.

But the blossoms and moss tell me to stop
and whisper sweet things
of well known deep thoughts

We are all one-
Now listen, and breathe
Look at the rocks that lay under your feet.
Those rocks makes a difference
to you and to me.


With all of the companies and oil greed feens
Food opposite of it's nurturing deeds
Peoples pill problems sprouting like weeds
I have a hard time coping how little I mean

I am the tiniest thing
Even a king, is the tiniest thing.
With all of his courts and majesty walls
And I often wonder if I matter at all.