A Boy from the Valley {Poems}

Skye

The Giant was peaceful
looking over the emerald horizon.
To think this giants home was serene and blissful.

the land that looked of legend and fable.
then felt tired and weary as his time came,
laid back against the mountain and curled as if in a cradle.

with sleep his time will be done,
soon he submerged as he and nature would become the same.
All but his thumb which could be seen by everyone