My Place in the World… in Relation to You.

To the grass I am a nuisance

To the bugs I am a treat

To the sky I am nothing

But dirt beneath its feet.

 

To the ant I am a weakling

Who carries no more than his weight

And yet he has to fear me

For I, not he, controls his fate.

 

To the trees I am a monster

Who has killed off his friends

And though I am not the many

Its pain I cannot mend.

 

To the breeze my voice is ugly

I swallow up her simple sound

And yet she must play second fiddle

For life is lived on the ground.

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