I wonder often if the grand universe did foresee
a girl in her yard, fearing pain from a lone bumblebee,
and pondered how she could have lived on so casually
surrounded by monsters that she hadn’t learned how to flee.
Because now I have grown, and have seen what the universe sees:
every creature and critter that bridles the skies and the trees.
Yet I know I’ve not seen them; they turn from my door like a key,
because I know that all that this world has to fear is just me.