Step be step
they are worn down
never crumbling
slightly meek-en,
ravished in mankind's
bully and hatred,
yet we consist
the upward plight,
before hands of strife
a long time growth,
far from meaning
to others,
wrapped and clamored
inside world's of own,
seeing not the rock
that tumbles
downward,
as we climb
the next step,
beyond.

