Humble Man
November 21, 2022
Up high in the frosted peaks
Where the eagles nest,
Sharp as the hunter
When he peers at
His prey,
Falcons of night but
In the daylight,
where the rivers run
wild and free,
rushing carelessly,
down the
Towering cliffs,
All gray and black,
Scarred with time and
Memories of ancient battles,
into lakes of ice,
Cracked and
sooted over,
Ancestors to which
The rivers now return,
Gushing, uncaring for
The past, only
Thinking of
What’s to come.
Vast forests of green,
Carpets on the floor of
Unforgiving stone,
The nest of life
By the rocky seashore,
And roaring seas,
Ever restless,
Never sleeping,
Licked and dusted with snow and ice,
remnants from what
once was in
another time,
show just how small
we really are.