So small to walk where giants make their way
Between the shadows laced with potent mirth
So small to shout them every other day
In hopes the sound will be of some small worth
Invite the world and just a handful come
And half of them are ignorant at best
Invite the gods but know they’re deaf and dumb
And blind, but most of all they’re unimpressed
You find a shiny pebble on the beach
Amidst a trillion grains of wondrous sand
Don’t think it’s out of fate’s persistent reach
Because it’s resting gently in your hand
Just throw it back into the pounding sea
And let it turn to sand, its destiny