You are hundred
And I have lived five times your age;
I was carved
But you created.
They said the marble could not be carved
Yet my master brought me to life;
You chronicled life in the deepest of oceans
And dense jungles never ventured before.
The Giant, I am a symbol of liberty
Trapped, an exhibit to flashes and eyes;
You are free, you travel at will
And capture the beauty of the wild.
My muscles taut, my stance erect
An epitome of anatomical perfection, they say;
The unfurling wings, the trembling earth beneath lithe
paws
Nature through your lens is more balanced, I say.
My lips are pursed, sacred silence to Goliath’s screams
Yet they read my thoughts, I know not what or why;
A mother’s fear, a hungry cry, a triumphant roar, a
joyful screech
You voice their tales, with humility and grace.
My eyes are alert, focused, assessing
Yet I cannot spot assailants with hammers in plain sight;
You offer a view of the best of beasts
A prey in flight, a predator in fight.
I felled Goliath
An inspiring tale of victory of the underdog;
You fall and frolic with Gorillas
Save and preserve the underdogs, you said.
You are hundred
And I have seen five times your age;
My marble mind bends to none
You mould minds to care a little more.
Man created me, a masterpiece
But man destroys;
You, mortal, are the David I wish I could be
For your savages are better than mine.
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