he walks kicking
with giant-steps
and treads so hard on the ground –
but the grass,
it rises up again,
where he placed his large foot,
and the earth smiles, as if nothing happened,
and the flowers think of other things –
he walks roaring,
with thunder-voice,
so that the air trembles and vibrates –
but the clouds
glide so peacefully by,
where the thunder rolled before,
and the heaven smiles, as if nothing happened,
and the sun thinks of other things –