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.
@BastionKnight that was very cleverly written ❤ your very good with words ❤❤
@Tinywhisper11
Your words made me smile and set my day off on a good note, so thank you. I hope you enjoyed the poem and very much appreciate you taking the time to leave a comment.
*Bows humbly*
@BastionKnight ❤❤❤
@BastionKnight
Your skillful use of numbers and imagery to reflect on the vastness of the world, while also celebrating the uniqueness of each person, is brilliant. It’s a beautiful reminder of both the enormity and the preciousness of every life. Each line offers a fresh perspective, prompting us to reflect on the beauty and wonder of existence. Truly, BastionKnight, you wield your pen like a sword, commanding the power of words to illuminate life’s beauty. Thank you for sharing!
