The Giants March
Mountains and hills float above the morning mist, like
islands in
a prehistoric sea, and I have come again to the giants march,
where their arms, whiter than the clouds, flail round and round
in the Djinn-laced air.
I have come to the giants march when sun is rising to make them
glow,
and when sun has set them into deep dark shadows,
I have known them as a welcome landmark in my travels to
and from
the land of brown skies and heat.
I see their numbers increase with each passing, and I am
heartened
that there is some hope for the creatures and humans
in this world of corruption on many levels, the giants
stand above it all, the giants march in place.
~ Natalia Corres
Natalia Corres, retired tech whisperer, has written weekly web news for Examiner for 3 years, as well as publishing a Pet Services Directory for her local area and blogging. She enjoys writing poetry, non-fiction, and urban fiction; as well as providing creative assistance to others in film and animation projects.
Beautiful–full of hope!