So falling down it cries aloud
It's falling down upon the croud
It's shouting now its majesty
To see the humans run and flee
And stronger than Goliath, He
Can humble any man to be
For never have I felt that I
Could reach my hand up to the sky
I see the great majestic forms
It's booming voice to me informs
It seems to say for us to see
That there's a greater strength than we
So small we seem under his eyes
So small, each one of us in size
But I think that by this we're shown
That we can never be alone
The thunder is the booming voice
The giant speaks of his own choice
But somehow know that all these years
For us this giant's shedding tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem