Sonnet: Belittle None

Such distant stars appear like tiny dots! Who cares for them if starry be night-sky? A tree can’t grow fully if placed in pots; Unless ’tis transplanted, it tends to die. From earth, the clouds though small can obstruct gaze; When you travel by plane, they look huge size; The nearest star to reach may take you days; While from a plane, earths-men look like just mice. Distance is important in telling size; Beholder’s eyes too equally matters; Some men are stupid mostly, sometimes wise; A beggar wears but clothes in just tatters. All things are equal in the eyes of God; And creatures all, He had made from only Clod!