Forces of nature, always in motion
Often unnoticed, seemingly silent
Occasionally witnessed by the keenest
Eyes, a shifting and shaping caused
By constant pressure, the way
Heat radiates from the sun, slowly
Quietly and continuously, melting
Blankets of ice into rivers, that rush
Full of water, wildly, eroding the rocks
And earth, on an expedition to the sea
So too, are the deeds of the mightiest
Of people, the quietly powerful, the ones
Who act in silence, being the wind that
Carves the stone, lifting the lives of
Others, upon their backs, the teachers
The caregivers, the anonymous, who
seeking neither praise nor recognition,
Are the spine of humanity, spirits on
Their greatest mission, who touch us
Creating the changes, we often overlook
















