Yesterday I saw the world's largest Ponderosa pine
And read an article about the world's tallest man.
Today I learned
They aren't the biggest any more
If they ever were.
(Or maybe they are
I took someone else's word for it.)
I doubt the tree was as lonely as the man.
Trees are used to being big
Every forest has its giants.
And giant trees are old trees, and probably wise.
Giant men die young.
Their hearts are not big enough
To carry the weight of the words and the stares that fall upon them.
Come to think of it,
I suspect that people cut down most giant trees as well.
And some giant men, like trees, are mounted on display,
Sliced open to show the years of their lives
for people to point to and nod, as if they understood.
A lucky giant man is buried young
And in the earth, dreams of becoming a great old tree.