dark, grass, and mushrooms image

Oh, you sad creature
I know how you hide
I know that you cry

Oh, you sad creature
I know the void keeps it alive
I know you were born from the night
The endless clouds
the never-ending rain
became your allies

You tried to keep yourself short
You tried to not let yourself grow
But I know you were born in the night
And the giants... they'll pass
and they'll ignore you

Oh, you, sad creature,
how they'll ignore you


-Andrea Medina
Both photo and poem were fabricated by me.