Lots, many, some.
A quadrillion stars, (they estimate), comprise the endless night.
Yet they're outnumbered ten to one by all the dreams we set to flight.
The trillions of the human cells, we count at thirty seven.
But days till Christmas seemed much larger when we were still eleven.
Eight billion people share this world, with more arriving daily.
Small sum compared to all the rest that's shelled, feathered, furred or scaly.
A year it takes for the heart to beat thirty five million times!
Still from love it cannot break, a prison that frees as it confines.
Over seven thousand languages are spoken now. Wow! Who Knew?
Which means there must be much more ways to say a simple "I love you".
One hundred percent / The whole of it / Entirety of the cake.
Strange then to say "Give 110!". More than there is to take!?
10 years a decade identified by its art, music, and clothes,
Nostalgically parcelled in neat little slots, trends fleetingly flows.
And now we reach units, nine down to one, looking ever so small.
Yet One is YOU, unique in existence. Thus, most precious of all.
