Matching forward...confidently
So tiny yet so unbowed...uncowed
The weight he was carrying could very well be twice his own weight...
He marched forward...unbowed!
I tried to say hi...got no response...I suppose that makes sense,he looked so focused and busy
Wisely storing up food for the future...
Powerful in his own right, though tiny he might be
I have heard he will fight to the death before giving up,and in floods will fight to stay afloat...
He marched forward...unbowed!
I watched him march on...
As he neared the grass at the edge of the footpath, I arose
I rose up from my squat...like a phoenix rising from the ashes
I could feel new strength,joy,courage,hope and a new fire lighting up in me,I stood tall...
I marched forward...unbowed!
