In the grand scheme, we are so small. We are pebbles thrown at the Sagrada Famillia.
We will never even make a dent to this beautiful structure.
So why do we say end of the world like it wasn't here before us.
Like it won't be here long after.
It just may not be called world,
it will called names far more beautiful.
Like the wind's blessed breath,
the inhale,
exhale,
of the trees.
It will be given better praises
than we could ever from our lips pronounce.
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