If you can hear
Above the chatter
Place your ear near
Does one life matter?

So many live and die
Too many to ever count
No one can specify
As to the precise amount

Generations come and go
Beings abound far and near
And we may never know
The reason we are here

A frog croaks at night
His universe is the pond
Can a life so finite
Have any meaning beyond?

Does every grain of sand
Even matter to the stars?
Does what we understand
Concern the ants on Mars?

Do the fish in the sea
Or the birds in the sky
Know about you and me
Or care if we live or die?

For every red balloon
There are infinitely more
We may know the tune
We do not know the score