An Ode to the Universe

Oh to be the Sky that dresses in cotton candy champagne clouds of lace that melt like butter upon the great blue openness.

Oh to be the Night that is wrapped in starlight and dust from dying supernovas; to swim through the clear expanse endlessly and to glow with the mystique of aurora borealis.

Oh to be the Sun that is fire and life and be dripping in rays of silken sunlight that shine on the ordinary and cause them to be extraordinary.

Oh to be a Storm that is powerful, strong, and the greatest orchestral composition the world will ever know. To be the steady and reliable beat of raindrops upon a yearning earth. 

Oh to be the Wind that breathes whispers through the trees and dances with the leaves.

I wish to be them. But I am me. Sitting in humanity and basking in their immortality.