I wrote this some years back, and found it today in one of those folders you never seem to open on yr PC. The kind that just lie there watching others come and go.

As I lay down on the grass,
And opened my eyes to a blanket of stars,
Staring back at me,
I felt so small,
So insignificant.

I felt a small blade of grass,
Tickle the back of my neck,
And I let out a loud squeal of laughter,
Deep inside my head.

As insignificant as that blade may seem otherwise,
It still had the power to make me laugh...
Maybe that's why the stars watch me,
Maybe I'm the act they catch every night.