Hail to the Giants by Rebecca Moll

Hail to the Giants,
Heroes of yore,
The history you witnessed,
The secrets you store.

Mighty, Mighty Giants,
From forests to shore,
From the depths of the earth,
To the heavens, you soar.

Some centuries old,
Others decades, no more,
A haven, a shelter, a perch,
Your lore.

Mighty, Mighty, Giants,
How you came crashing down,
Alone in the forest,
Echoes the sound.

Algae, lichen, moss cling tight,
Eagles, Robins, and wrens take flight,
Your arms they reach so tall and wide,
Creation, life, a legacy you provide.

Willows, Maple, Oak and Pine,
Sycamore, Evergreen, Birch, Oh My!
Butternut, Walnut, Beech, and Lemon,
Apple, Peach, and Cherry, Oh Heavens!

Mighty, Mighty Giants,
What have you seen,
Hurricanes, earthquakes, hatred, and war,
Sunrise and sunsets, passionate amour.

Yet, why in creation,
Your silence was sworn?
The questions I’d ask,
The stories I’d learn.

Mighty, Mighty, Giants,
Heroes of yore,
Hail to the Giants,
Hail, forevermore.

Rebecca Moll
4-5-17