Green giants lift their heads in silence to a God who provides them all the sources of life itself, even without their whispered prayers.

Green Giants

Green giants lift their heads in silence to a God who provides them all the sources of life itself, even without their whispered prayers. Rich, dark footing to sink their anchors of strength and stability into; clear, pure, oxygen mixed ingeniously and dispersed with cool aromatic breezes, while golden fingers sparkling throughout their surroundings, massaging while pulling longingly the very skin that contains their hearts, bursting forth in ever-expanding circles, spiraling into soft, moist white whispers of heaven.

Green giants, towering high above most all living creatures except for the ones not bound by the great sphere of gravity, but whose freedom taunts all others who cannot soar within airy pleasurous boundaries.

Green giants, providing sanctuary for many fury and flesh covered residents and visitors whose wide eyes of wonderment and excitement finally give way to apathy and applied unawareness, replaced by self-fulfillment and the egocentric circus many call life, imparted by their own greed married with a lack of wisdom.

Green giants whose blameless cries repeatedly echo out into the atmosphere; cries of destruction and desperation, afraid of extinction and bareness.