Sloth
I could stare at the ceiling for hours
A gaze not ablaze with glory and power

I am small how big the world seems
I am big for the things I have seen
Do you too feel the softness of flowers?
How many you say? And how long to count them?

We could float a lazy river
Let atlas shrug
A steady drifter

Say won't you last?
Notes fled downriver
May sing 'cause they pass