Sonnet 15

A scrapbook photo in Her timeless tale
Am I who humbly walks among Her leaves
So small against Her majesty, so frail
My life a passing moment as She breathes

A steady breath resounding through the years
Invoking the millennia before
And touching fleeting life both far and near
From mountaintop to ocean depth to shore

Yet all Her might collapses at the touch
Of fourteen billion strangling human hands
Eviscerating lungs with claws that clutch
Incapable of seeing how this ends

She breathes and in so doing gives us life
Our legacy cannot be in Her strife