Lava

Little in your hands

More in your head

Things that fly

But still remain

They are words

They are deeds

Make you look up

Fall to your knees

Blinding sun

Wrenching rain

No matter

Where they begin

They simper

They drawl

They rise up

They fall

Grounded as melting snow

Tough as the moon's glow

Little creatures

Trembling today

The lava will flow

On a later date