How courageous the ant
with me looming
tall above
How efficient, yet tiny
I only regard him
with Love
As the gnat does land
and lightly grace
my written page
For, truly, we are
One ~ No matter
size, race, age
As the silkworm journeys
a thread ~ to claim
the tall oak tree
As our paths do cross
i, you, him, her, she,
"IT", we... |