The Tortoise

Inches rather than feet;
increasing strain of will,

The broad stroke,
can flip bits on a grand scale;
but where there is
grandeur, there is
pride. Let the mouse take the cheese,

And fashion for yourself,
simplicity & prayer.

There is more to one tree,
planted & cared for,
with great amounts of love;
than all the pastures
tended by machinery.

And one word,
spoken into the dark;
can unleash a storm.

Whose peace meets violence
at a head; and vanquishes the foe.

Yet in a steady gait,
receding into dusk;
my words are amplified.