Part Of Our Creator

Everything and everyone is made
from specks of dust blowing through space.
And the most intricate patterns,
can disappear without a trace.

Nature throws chance into the mix,
stirring up atoms forming there.
And makes molecules stand in line,
no matter up, down, round or square.

In an abstract portrait of life,
possibilities are endless.
For time warps views of reality,
focused through temporary lenses.

Look into a mirror to see
that life's both the play and the theater.
We came from the heart of a star,
and we are part of our creator.