The Point

A tiny dot, a speck of light,

A minuscule, a tiny sight.

Yet, in its smallness, a world untold,

A universe of stories, bold.

It marks the end, the final line,

A punctuation, a sign divine.

A period, a full stop, a pause,

A moment's rest, from nature's laws.

So let us cherish, this tiny thing,

A point, a dot, a meaning.

For in its smallness, a world can be,

A universe of endless glee.