The Thinnest Thread

Life is heavy as big boulders

Booming down steep mountainsides

Massive much worn rocky masses

Rolling bumpy random rides

Life is also light as feathers

Floating in the weightless breeze

Plumages of barbuled branches

Bringing grown men to their knees

Life is leaden and yet fragile

Rushing on full steam ahead

Solid hefty fleeting echoes

Hanging by the thinnest thread