The Ultimate Plan

The ultimate plan,

I just don't understand.

We are all somehow put together,

Particles of dust, water, vacuum and ether.

That bulb in the sky is called a star,

Seems so close but alas is so far.

The moth dangling on the ceiling,

I wonder what she is feeling.

Trillions and trillions of pieces perfectly in place,

Which included the human race.