A miniscule of gas
Mere cluster of molecules
Pushes its way up
In a cooperative venture
Through ferment of environs.
By the touch of magic
A new form is born.
With the rising tide of hope
And loads of dreams
Aiming for the sky
It rises high
The whole universe
Beaming on its shiny face.
With joy knowing no bound
It swells and swells
Only to end up
In a miserly burst of great
Void.