I wonder about the wonders
in the distance of wild blue yonder.
Of roaring rain and stormy clouds,
In the sky that rumbles of thunder.

I wonder about nature at our side,
existing yet also trying to hide.
The drizzle of dandelions dancing in the wind,
So hard to catch and harder to find.

I wonder about the everlasting starlights,
as they sit in the silence-consuming night,
and beyond of what the eyes can see,
where light and darkness all collide.

Lastly, I wonder who I am

to the world,
for the world,
in this world,

but most importantly,
does the world
ever wonder of me?