The Sands Stand Tall

The tall rock stood on the beach Lonely amidst the multitude of its lesser brothers He looked down on them, each a weak shade of brown Not Golden like the sun that bakes them, not crystal like the waves that rake them; The lesser brothers of the sand looked up to the mighty rock And they asked it, a voice as one, Yelling to reach its grand ears Yelling against the echoing beating of the waves at their shore "Why so lonely dearest brother?" And the rock would shudder against the song of the waves The grand rock would yell down: "How can I not be alone, when all my brothers have succumbed to the beating of the waves And become lesser men?" And his lesser brothers turned away from his scornful gaze, His brothers of the sand turned as one and faced the coming waves And they fell by the millions; And the lonely rock looked at his fallen brothers, How they still stood tall against the foe that felled greater men And in the light of this moon The tall rock stood small amongst grander men © Samir Georges 2010