When walking among giants,
Shuffle along the wall.
Weave amidst them swiftly,
For to trip is a grave pitfall.

If you muster the will to speak,
Select your words with care.
Giants may forget you quickly,
But of your presence they will be aware.

The steps of giants are careful,
Though they rarely drop their eyes.
Looking ahead to their destination,
Diverting view only out of surprise.

Heads and hands loom large,
Within so do the hearts.
Giant capacities for compassion,
Galaxies of sacred arts.

We may never avert the inevitable,
But giants persist in their quest.
Tomorrow yields tomorrow still,
From that there can be no rest.