The mountains cannot hold this colossus 

He is mighty and strengthened by resolve 

Looking upon tiny people with dismay 

As the phoenix glides towards the harbor, 

He wonders if this place can hold him 

In the land of tea and horsey rides, 

He could rust and fall. 

The ocean cannot hope to contain the colossus. 

It is deep and without mystery.

In the sand dunes of a faraway land, 

He is among almost equals  

They can never hold his attention for long 

He is meant for greater things 

Forests can never be his home 

They are filled with sedentary beings 

to the deserts and over a vast distance 

Never admiring those hungry herds and crowded landscapes 

There he is alone against the tides, peaks, and thickets