We are weak, too weak in this world, where the power reigns.
We are thin canes. Our roots are in the water. Our wings dried up and shabby.
There are close-knit oaks in the oak-wood nearby.
And there's a giant sequoia in Redwood Park.
We are as far from them as they are to us.
Our worlds are barely intersecting.
You say the best remedy for daily fatigue is to cry and fall asleep,
but I'd better add that one should not play the role of a strong woman or man,
because strength and weakness, like yin and yang, are changing places.
The round-shaped rolls sooner or later.
And the plane would float somewhere.
And everything here and there vibrates, and vibrates, and vibrates ...
Strong interaction * takes its own:
a rainbow goes in white rays when there's no water vapor in the air
and nothing to watch in the sky
Weak interaction ** - all-pervading and fragrant only to the smell of that
we do not perceive.
Neutrino to catch - that's it!
How much effort is needed?
How many megatons?
So what is the genuine power, baby?
Wipe up the tears, don't cry!
There's no weakness where's no strength.
P.S.
The weakness has given birth to strength, color,
aroma, taste, oddities, gluons, pions, quarks.