When the ground shakes and trembles,
It is the footsteps of giants,
Those who imprint the world with change,
Who stand alone in defiance.
Upon their shoulders we see tomorrow,
Beyond our sad and ordinary days,
They stride ahead into morning mists,
To drive away the haze.
The ground shakes 'neath their tread,
Status quo hates such visionary thought,
They hide behind their festive masks,
That stolen gold has bought.
Still high above the chaotic mob,
With heads above the sky,
The giants see into the mists,
Uplifting you and I.
When the earth shakes, mountains fall,
The status quo is broken,
The free are loosed into the fray,
And the words of wisdom spoken.
Foundations crumble when brave men dream,
When stars are brought to earth,
The sleepers wake to sing and dance,
And death gives way to birth.
copyright 2010 by Sidney E. Johnson