In the night they become man-made constellations,
they are, interconnected involuntarily, in many forms;
made out to be as they are, yet laws and regulations bind;
unlike the universe whose imprints prove the existence of a far greater intelligence,
un-boastful, in their natural state…
Perhaps sadness is not the objective of this realisation, but rather plainly, a humbling experience;
when put into perspective with all else surrounding, living- simply being.