When a stick casts its shadow,
at the dawn,
and sees itself in light
bigger than itself
not realising it’s height
It thinks.
I am so beautiful
I am so tall
I am so wise
I am so nice
When the sun goes up,
heat scorches the earth,
it loses its height,
it looses its perception of the self
and it comes to know
I am so nothing.
I didn’t even exist.
I didn’t even matter.