I am like a cricket in an open field. My chirp is heard, but I go unseen. You hear me crying out.
Chirp.
Am I not enough to be noticed. I am better off unseen. Just see me. Small. Desperate. Cricket. I move closer with every cry. Do you see me now? Do I catch your eye? No. I can’t beat the shimmer the sun mirrors off the grass I can’t beat the way the ocean waves clash. For I am nothing in a world of beauty. I am a spec of dirt compared to a world of gold. I am nothing.