Giants Before Me
In thy might before me doth thou stand|
ever reaching upward the sky to caress.
Strong arms yield not to the gods angered breath
for thou hast anchored thy feet in the heart of the land.
Manes of green adorn thy crown
while visions of an azure sky shine forth from yonder light.
The vastness of thy beauty transcends my mortal lips
as I a mere man am held fast to the ground.
Wouldst I that wings my back would embrace
to take flight through thine arms and care not of tempest rage
to sore as the eagle atop of thy outstretched hands
and let the breeze be Gods kiss upon my face.
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