While planting my flag in the ground,
I stopped and looked around.
I was surrounded by the shadows,
And the wind made not a sound.
The clouds had collapsed,
Just ahead of a sky blue rush.
At the foot of a behemoth,
My mind feeling like mush.
In a foreign land,
I couldn’t help but be in awe.
Pins and needles in my feet,
Feeling more like tiger claws.
And my skin trembled,
As I thrusted the flag into the soil.
The ground began to shake,
Like I brought the land’s blood to a boil.
I’ve traveled land, air and sea,
It’s merely splendor that I persue.
Yet suddenly I can’t help but feel,-
That I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.