Remember

Miniscule, compared to the hard withered oak.
Giants, compared to the scuttling ants.
Twin to the sharp, dew covered blade.
The old, withered oak knows.
Much like the scuttling ant.
The dew covered blade has withstood a great deal.
Memories of the people, the world, history.
They remember the song that brought two together,
the letter that brought tears to the eye.
They remember that shots that drove into the heart,
of the loving people not willing to fight.
There is one thing they do not know, do not remember...
The brain of the people,
who intruded their city.
The cold icy eyes of the monsters.
The stone hearts.
This is the unknown.
Miniscule, compared to the hard withered oak.
Giants, compared to the scuttling ants.
This is memory.