Take punches
And smile
The big never get small.
Like dust
Along the mountainside
Take their everything
And be not at all.
Be proud, little dust
Do not fear the all alone;
Every mountain of we
Is divisible by infinite
I.
To dream of stones
Is petrified,
But how can you move mountains
When you can’t even move yourself?
Let them have their lands
That stop along the shore
Mountains stay just where they are
But you’ve got
A million and one
Other places
That wind could take you.