Perhaps nature is far too vast to know.

Some say we’re destined for potted plants.

Maybe we can’t scale the Sierras.

We’re doomed to communion with ants.


But they don’t know that ants can heft boulders,

And plants when they’re watered will grow

Into pines, that inspire all around them.

Yes, the highs always start with the low.


So don’t tell me I can’t be a forest.

Though my leaves are the size of a pin,

My roots, they can never be pulled up.

Sometimes small ones are leaders of men.