Giants of The Earth
In this world, I feel small.
As small as the dust you breathe.
The leaves and vines of the people that walk past me reach the sun faster than I could ever.
Outgrowing me with each drop of water that they take from me as they smile in my face.
But, I am trapped in the amber.
I am a slowly moving picture.
The solid-liquid around me hardening as I try to make my next step out.
The giants of the earth want me that way.
Afraid of me to take their name and put them into the shame of the eternal wasteland that they’ve created.
The giants of the earth sit on the tall, dormant mountain to be mighty.
They sip on nectar that runs down like liquid gold.
But, my words erupt volcanoes.
Soon after the explosion, their mountain will crumble right underneath their feet.
In the meantime, I sing my song to the birds of the nighttime.
They carry on my message in the morning.
They can fly above the giants of the earth.
And, I soon will fly with them.