Friday, 28 November 2025
The Measure of Small Things
The Measure of Small Things
Rose Vidovix
October 2024
We search for greatness
as if meaning could be mined from noise,
yet life hides its truth in fragments.
A butterfly lands on my hand, almost unnoticed,
and in that pause between wingbeats
lies all the peace we keep postponing.
She is so fragile and her life is brief,
yet she never gives up.
Birds build with whatever they find
broken twigs, dry grass, forgotten threads
and call it home, not failure.
Then they sing their soft healing songs.
The sun sets without applause
and rises again without needing to explain
why it disappeared.
It returns as a feast for our eyes, a rest for the mind.
The moon does not compete with daylight
and the stars never question their smallness.
They exist, and that is enough.
Flowers bloom for no reward,
teaching us that beauty does not need witnesses
to have purpose.
Trees remain like silent philosophers,
showing that endurance is not loud
only steady,
teaching us what real strength is.
Perhaps the small things are not small at all.
They are what remain
when the illusions of magnitude fall away.
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