Eye Level poem
The world looms large, a towering stage,
Where giants stride and stories rage.
I stand below, a different view,
Of ankles, knees, and skies of blue.
They talk of clouds, of mountain peaks,
While I observe the sidewalk’s streaks,
The tiny ants in busy lines,
The hidden beauty that often shines.
A concert crowd, a sea of heads,
Requires a leap, a tiptoe tread.
But I can slip through, swift and free,
A secret passage, just for me.
Some pity me, their voices low,
“It must be hard, to be so…”
But I have learned a different art,
To see the world with a knowing heart.
For height’s not all, it’s just a frame,
And strength resides beyond the name.
I stand my ground, though small I seem,
And build my world from a different dream.
So let them tower, let them soar,
I’ll find my joy and ask for more.
For in this space, where I reside,
A universe of wonder hides.

Question

Eye Level poem 
The world looms large, a towering stage,
Where giants stride and stories rage.
I stand below, a different view,
Of ankles, knees, and skies of blue.
They talk of clouds, of mountain peaks,
While I observe the sidewalk’s streaks,
The tiny ants in busy lines,
The hidden beauty that often shines.
A concert crowd, a sea of heads,
Requires a leap, a tiptoe tread.
But I can slip through, swift and free,
A secret passage, just for me.
Some pity me, their voices low,
“It must be hard, to be so…”
But I have learned a different art,
To see the world with a knowing heart.
For height’s not all, it’s just a frame,
And strength resides beyond the name.
I stand my ground, though small I seem,
And build my world from a different dream.
So let them tower, let them soar,
I’ll find my joy and ask for more.
For in this space, where I reside,
A universe of wonder hides.

bestguy · Answer

can y"all say a prayer for my brother marienne he got short a few hours ago