Upon his shoulders rested the world,
And he held it so dear.
He who stood for a million years,
Invisible to those so near.
A giant stretched so very thin,
Holding the weight of the world.
A man of legend and of myth,
On his fingers he gently twirls.
Why does this mammoth hold on tight,
To a sphere of blue and green.
To ensure it stands up to the test of time,
And simply because it has always been.
His back aches with the woes of man,
His head is filled with our sorrow.
But silently he holds us and keeps us safe,
Always today and always tomorrow.