The sun blinds my eyes,

but it feeds the plants that surround me

providing strength for them to grow,

upward.

Martin Luther King, Jr. stands tall

carving out the stone

piece by piece,

providing us with a path,

onward.

The stones,

some white,

some grey,

build up the magnificent statue,

piece by piece,

holding Martin up,

holding the movement together.

His legs are still not carved out

of the stone.

But, they will be.

Soon.