Majestic he stands his head in the cloud
Eons pass before he is bowed
Along with each season he changes his coat
Over the golden most poets do gloat
Feet in the sea, where runs icy veins
Gathering force whenever it rains
Pauldrons draped in a pure white cape,
Forest green chest plate beneath rocky nape
All warriors would wear such strength if they could
His jerkin the birch and cedar of wood
Against all forces a battle he’ll fight,
Wind snow and rain erode his great height
How many will live with what he provides?
How many will miss chance to walk on his sides?
Does he regret those who pass without seeing.
Such magnificent beauty and permanent being?
Nay he stands ever silent never ranting nor rave,
Watching all who miss him enter the grave
Their life seems so short to his existence
But even for he there's no resistance
But eons will pass before he is bowed
For now he stands proud his head in the cloud.
Always love reading your poetry, man. Always love the peek inside your head.
ReplyDeleteso i guess your gonna have to start blogging more now that you've dumped all your facebook friends. dude, how else am I supposed to know whats going on with you??
ReplyDeletewhat am i supposed to do? pick up a phone or something???