Elevation

They say pride makes you taller

but you won't get any taller than Mount Everest

or sink so deep in your pity

that you find yourself somewhere in the Mid-Atlantic Ridge;

You're fine, you're just, you're in the middle.

That's human, my dear, we were meant to stay here. 

Stay near

Towards each-other

to help, love, and grow

Even if you're sitting on the highest of thrones

Or stooping in the lowest of slums,

You're on the same surface of the Earth

and you'll have to succumb

to being buried in the same dirt.

The sky humbles towards a prideful erupting mountain,

and a calm meadow hides away from an erroneous storm;

Knowing that even their anger, happens once or twice

and evermore

Since nature can run its course

But the dwellers must find balance between the two;

Because the Creator, was indeed, 

very generous

to me and to you.