Galaxy

A galaxy: slowly but swiftly spinning round, unfolding millions and billions of pure, golden stars, wrapping into the majestic, curling, glowing branches; delving deeper and deeper in, drawing nearer and nearer as the focal point of the beautiful spiral is reached, showing a massive luminous conglomerate of swirling gas holding immense gravity within its fronds; delving deeper and deeper into the mysterious abyss pierced with glorious light, revealing individual clusters of stars abandoned in the midst of space, but shining their lights light-years away to the other stars still out there, now only seen as humble specks in the great unknown, each particular star having a special amount of light to shine in unity with the others, a special size and special gravity, pulling towards it the dark, spherical masses called planets, now illuminated by the star's steady and trustworthy glow, giving the gift of heat and light to the beautiful planet below, where forms of land and water have been shaped, and plants and animals were designed by an amazing and wonderful Creator: and our humble, small bodies run about, taking no thought for the great expanse above our heads, for we are too busy to notice how small we are compared to the wonderful galaxy we live in, and all of the other unique, special galaxies just like this one.