Poetry on a bicycle

I took twigs and moss from the yard
and made a little landscape
I thought myself a Giant
with shoulders way up high above the land
looking down at the little trees and imagining soaring way above them
What does it look like from up there?
I can't even see over the counter without standing on a chair.

Now I am a giant
my shoulders high above the land
I stand up straight and the ground disappears down below
From up here the trees do look like moss in the sunlight
And all I can think of
is that I want to be down among them...