Shall I compare thee to a blade
powerful and graceful at once
moving with the purr of i.c.e
alive by the legacy of the first animals
skim across the landscape
arrange the pebbles and the soil
the earth is plyable for your needs
it can't help but give in
you are that blade I am the earth
I am too easily leveled
undeserving of the perfect grade
tracks left across my back
You are Alice without a wonderland
a Caterpillar never to be a butterfly
always a Champion to me
or shall I compare these to a front end loader