How Importan Am I? Poem by bryan wallace

It is true to say that life goes on,
The wheel keeps turning day after day.
People come and people go, the seasons
Keep on changing - day follows night -
The sun rises and the sun sets. The sun
Dries the ground and rain wets it again.

The autumnal winds take the dead leaves
From the mighty oak tree - the gentle
Springtime sun and showers help them
To grow again. The rosebush buds and blooms
In full summer beauty - then it dies again -
But it will bud and bloom again next year.

The tide ebbs and flows each day -
Washing in and out - rising and falling
Pulled by the gravitational force of the moon.
We are just little and insignificant -
Part of nature's huge machine.

We have come and surely we will go again
And life will go on - just as it did before.
Nobody is indispensable or irreplaceable.
Don't have an over-inflated sense of importance