King of the Hill

I’ve seen it rain down cruel words from people clouds.

And the droplets of hate, had wet my clothes,

leaving me feeling exposed.

Many have tried to hurt my growth,

like bad tendons near the knee,

then they told me to come down from way up there,

just like the ax told the tree.

Next I heard a loud thump,

but the only one in this forest was me.

And I can attest that,

even if no one is around

it always makes a sound,

when something that mighty and grand

slams to the ground.

Trust me I’d know.

For a while, I just sat there

impossibly still,

but then I saw a ray of sun

flicker across a hill,

making it to the top of it

took almost all of my skill,

but still,

I willed it so,

then looked to and fro.

What a beauty to behold.

I saw a tree pick itself back up,

as the ground sprouted flowers,

the air whispered excellence

as we both recognized our true powers,

I stood as the king of the hill,

embracing it all for several hours.

Daylight turned into night dark

as darkness devours,

the day is won,

and victory is ours.