A tiny atom found itself a living thing by
Aquiver with lifes ardour it began a moth-like dance,
And set aglow the nights expanse.
A dormant sunbeam reawoke and shot up with a dash.
The alchemy of life converted it to gold from trash
Came vision to it in a flash.
A restlessly aflutter moth was bold enough to dart
Into the candles flame, became one with its fiery heart,
And ceased to be a thing apart.
A moon-faced starlet, living in its isolated bower,
Came out of it in order to look closer at the lower
Planet than from its high tower.
A gently beaming moonlet told itself that it would owe
Its light no longer to the bounty of the sun, and so
Wherever it likes it can go.
O glow-worm, your whole body is made of the stuff of light.
A sequence of its intermittent flashes is your flight -
Thus flit things in and out of sight.
You are a torch for birds that in the evening fly to rest;
But what and whence this restless passion burning in your breast,
Which keeps you in unceasing quest?
Like you we entered into this world by earths dusty door.
We saw and tossed about; we did not see, and tossed about the more.
O never did we reach the shore.
I speak from ripe experience and true is what I say,
Dont think of lost horizons and be steadfast on your way:
Keep shining like this while you may.