The Giant

is it to heavy

The Giant

His feet softly touch the mossy green soil
He looks around unaware of his whereabouts
He gathers its day
The visuals surround him
Forever he stares
The light coming into a room in his mind
Later a Crown of Jewels finds its way to his head
tired and weary from the load on his mind
The giant rest among dandelion and vine.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Ah! KMC many thanks!

Regards,
Al

[K.M.C.]

Beautiful, great choice of words and wonderful expressions.