The girl

There is a girl 

Who looks up at the shy

In the field 

In the twilight of dusk

Waiting for the constellations 

To come up

Only 

To see the meaning of life 

Through 

Seeing the Big Dipper 

One summer 

Night

She realizes that god

Created this constellation 

To be perfect 

Instead of man being perfect

Then it dawns on her

And I bet she feels

It

That the meaning of life 

And humanity 

Is not to be 

Perfect

That is nature’s job