Are tears in the rain simply wasted?
Does a sigh in the gale become lost?
Is one leaf in a forest negated?
And a pound gladly given a cost?
Does a single clap mean nothing?
A smile any less for not seen?
Is birdsong as sweet if nobody hears it?
And the grass in the dark not as green?
It’s not all show and self-interest.
We are not the centre of things.
We are all a small part of the process.
Just enjoy the balance it brings.