Poetry- How Grand

How grand everything is.

The woods, after suffering the whips of flames

and after being shredded by keepers of the peace,

still rise.

The wood conquers the oppressive powers against it.

Its voice, deep like the hum of whales

yet soft like a fairy spell,

sends rumbles through the earth.

And if we listen hard enough,

we hear the trees awake.

Silent giants we call them, for their true names had long disappeared and faded with the

passage of time.

Lonely, some are,

yet strong they become.

Overtime, they wear loneliness like one wears a dress:

Bravely. Beautifully. And utterly breathtakingly.

Of their poem the author writes, "My general idea with this poem was the concept of admiring the overall grandness of nature. Not too many words are required to do so, but it was my goal to create an atmosphere in which one feels small amongst the magnitude of nature. In many ways we aim to protect it, but we also need to appreciate how it also works to protect us, even though we may not always notice. With this poem, I found myself extending towards something larger than life, and the only thing that truly came to my mind was nature because, at least for me, it continues to be the one of the great entities on earth that I still cannot truly understand."