I Am an Atom

ByCarma Spence

atomWritten in 1983.

I am an atom.
I make up molecules.

I am a molecule.
I make up tissue, bone and flesh.

I am tissue, bone and flesh.
I create a human being.

I am a person.
I make up cities.

I am a city.
I make up counties.

I am a county
I make up states.

I am a state.
I make up a country.

I am a country.
I make up a continent.

I am a continent.
I make up a world.

I am a planet.
I travel in a solar system.

I am a solar system.
I spin in a galaxy.

I am a galaxy.
I am part of the universe.

I am the universe.
I am an atom.

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