The universe is a cascading figure's snow globe,
Forever sitting on It's shelf.
Many other worlds exist on this shelf, all completely different,
but none will ever compare the slightest bit.
It dropped the Universe once, never did this happen again.
For It's fear of loneliness is why they are kept.
Not a soul will notice great care thats been taken,
All love and hard work with nothing to give.
One day It will shake the snow globe furiously,
Finally banishing the world that never cared.
