Grandfather Poem by Isak Boyd

I stand by you Grandfather
in solidarity.
200 years or maybe a minute
you've dug your roots in deep.
Digesting the knowledge of the world.
Your world and ours

You laugh at our ignorance as we pass by
knocking our knuckles against your skin
But you've seen places we can't even fathom
We merely glance at the earth around us,
while you breath it in and
smile into valleys you've created

I admire you
Never wavering
Digging deep, growing higher, taller
But most of all growing

Trusting the soil in your toes
and wind overhead
Trusting the storm to come
and then go

Trusting,
that your tiny corner of the universe
is in fact, its center.
And all this,
all this mist, moss, and energy
doesn't exist without your roots
planted firmly into the ground.

So I admire you Grandfather,
and when that fire finally does come
and your swallowed by the earth.
you'll allow contentment to flow freely from your belly
of a life lived,
completely.