I pondered today, how we exist as heart and harmony,
Our lives are but a blink in the eye of World's eternity,
And we've not a lot to give, but time and how we use it,
So I've come to realise that our gift is "word" and "music".
They are the only creations we can call humanity's own,
In an existence that gave us nature and called it our home,
So upon the bare page, we write both note and noun;
A mere offering compared to a cosmos so profound.