Do not mistake my size for weakness. I am as the ancient trees. The storm bends my branches And scatters my leaves like tears, But I will never break. Do not think because my voice is soft It has nothing to say. I am as the mountain That has stood since time began. Hidden within me are many secrets Revealed only to those who dare To plumb my innermost depths. Do not mock the openness of my heart. Though I give freely of myself, I am the she-wolf in her lair And the blood of ten thousand mothers Boils in my veins. Do not think because you do not see me I am not worthy of notice. I am the tiger waiting by the jungle path. Ignore me at your peril, For I will spring on you unaware And cut your world asunder.