When I can, I like to imagine what it would be to be truly strong and to stand against all that happened and continues to happen. Which leads to the following verse.

he will stand, a monolith
a crag, an ancient tree

he will stand dry rooted
anchored in
hard rock

against sun-fire
against earth, against sea

he will stand for centuries
reaching with
dry branch

to grasp blue air
to hold time, to be free

Sometimes, things just won't work the way we want them to.