Jar of Fireflies

I see balls of light,
each emitting heat.
So beautiful, so radiant,
yet, modest with conceit.

Energy and life
bursts in them,
They are but stitches
in a cloth with no hem.

With every breath
they grow, they age.
They move, they collide,
and eventually they die.

They dot the sky,
creating a beautiful sight.
Making a masterpiece
of the dreary night.

I see balls of light,
each emitting heat.
I am but a single pea
in the infinite sea.

The universe that
of stars comprise,
Is but a jar
of fireflies.