They

They are a drift ,tossed this way and that by what can't be controlled
Steered by such a small part of them selves
They appear magnificent majestic and strong in form ,yet are so fragile
They become broken and lost by wind and rain and may even, be sunk by a storm
Weak they are governed by forces beyond their control.

Yet strong, They weather many storms
Travel new routes and carry on
They bend and twist much before they brake
and carry heavy burdens as they go

They are empty shells, statues when without a life within them
Needing a guiding force to push them on
They reach to harness a grater power then themselves to pull them through
Through hard times and long journeys.

They are not made of Iron steel nor any other metal
Nor are They made of oak or pine nor any other bow
They are made of flesh and bone
and They call themselves Human