I am but a very small king, standing upon a very tall wall
My heart, aflutter with hope and fear
as I look out into what is now a new landscape
what lingers within the branches of that great forest?
what awaits me once i figure out how to climb down?
what rope will foster me as i descend?
how will i know to keep my golden crown in place-
so small am i now, peering upon the land of my ancestors
death and disease hold no sway
as birds fly above me, large and imposing
I am but a tiny speck upon this growing land
my voice, a miniature song waiting to be replayed
and as i give my heart over to the abundance
upon which my eyes now feast,
I am reminded of this ending, now a beginning
where I might finally see my own face