A Tower

A tower
Metres and metres high
To people at the top
We are but ants beneath the sky

See them
Ants upon the floor?
See their hustle here
Bustle there, want for something more?

Today
I was one of those ants
A small existence ‘twas
One at which I looked askance at

Up here
I see it all so clear
I’ll fly beneath the sky above
And bring it ever near’r

But to fly
From this tower high
Will stop only me
Not the ants beneath the sky

Parchment

May this parchment serve you well
As it lives
Throughout time

May it keep a healthy chronicle
Of reason
And of rhyme

While you journey yonder
Over seas and
Over mountains

May you remember always
A parchment’s fear
Of fountains