Poemism

You. You stand there. You wait, you wonder, you see with eyes unclouded. What is it that stops you? Why when you see that, which few or none can see, do you simply stand? Shouldn't you run, shouldn't you trip over yourself in haste to catch up. It's there for a moment, then gone; like the shooting star, crossing the vastness of the rich black space, only appears for the few precious seconds, and then its gone. Why did you wait? Why don't you reach for it? You think, I'm not tall enough to grasp into the heavens for something like that. Well why not try? So what if you miss? At least you tried! You grew, like the young budding sapling tree, you grew a little more in the sleepy ray of sunshine staring down from the sky, raining the fire of life into you. Suddenly, you see it again. What now? You've grown, try again! Why does failure keep you from trying? You cannot grasp the heavens like the strong mighty redwood in a single grasp. It takes time, it takes more fire, more life, more growth. A little closer to the sky each day. A little closer to the deep valleys of water far underground in the black, still caverns filled to the brim and silent with the afterthought of depth and beauty. Slowly, slowly you gain momentum; growing both ways, till you become that mighty towering redwood. And then what? The sky is not the limit, only the expanse of the infinite universe is! No more stars to pass you by and be gone; here in the black wildness of space you see the Nebulae, the dwarf star, the swirl of light so wild and untamed and what stops you now? You would let the past dictate the present? You wouldn't explore the beauty of the Nebula? Here you are, and you let the thoughts of when you were a sapling stop you? No longer are you in the dust, hiding in the shadows of those taller than you. You may not catch the Nebula, but you can try, and try again. You can grow more. You can always move forward and get lost in the space of eternity. What stops you I say? What are you waiting for?