Surrounded by Giants

In the forrest

A sapling sprouts

Filtered sunlight

Dripping rain

Falls

Far above

A canopy



Surrounded by Giants

Tall and strong

Weathered trunks

Waver little

In heavy winds

Creaking

Steady



Protected, nourished

Branches reaching

Higher 

Needing room

Made for them

In that canopy

Closer



Winds stronger

Shifting branches

Bending crowns

Twisting trunks

Age wearing

Time telling

Cracks showing



Shattered trunks

Splintered branches

Giants falling

Felling great swaths

Tearing the canopy

Sun and rain

Pouring torrents



I stand in this forrest

My limbs quaking

My heart shattered

Bedrock reverberating

With thunderous crash

Watching as one by one

My Giants Fall




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