When I Met Giants

In the quiet of the dawn, where the shadows fall,
I wandered through the valley, where the echoes call.
I found myself alone, with nothing but the wind,
And then I met the giants, where the earth begins.
When I met giants, standing tall and proud,
Their silence spoke in whispers, far above the cloud.
They carried ancient stories, in their granite hearts,
And I felt so small beneath them, torn apart.
Their peaks kissed the heavens, lost in endless blue,
I searched for hidden secrets in their rugged view.
But the giants never answered, they just stood in place,
Guardians of the ages, with an unseen face.
When I met giants, shadows growing long,
Their presence weighed upon me, in a solemn song.
They whispered of the winters, and the years gone by,
As I stared into the distance, beneath the sky.
And I could feel the ages, press against my soul,
The weight of all their silence, made me feel the cold.
But in their silent wisdom, I found something true,
The giants spoke of time, and how it shapes you.