Things change, with the passing years;
we now stand nearly eye to eye.
There was a time we never spoke;
he, the olympian in all his marble-carved glory
and I, the tiny violet, growing slowly in the shade;
never did I think our worlds would meet.
Now perhaps he has stepped down off the pedestal
but more likely,
I have pulled up my roots
to step out of the shaddows
and into the sun.
Author notes
Written July 9th, 2006
