*Vain Size*

The silence of the tree
Is steady growth. No need
To groan so all do know
It’s root tighter now holds.

The voice of the drum
Travels far. Not by its size
But the melody of its tune.
The grain holds an atom’s might.
Yet in it lies multitudes
Of man’s grace. No food is shame.

Greatness lies in might.
Take heed not of size.

© Lansah Lawrence
Feb. 2017
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