Giants

A flowing river snakes beneath a valley wide,
Trees grow on each towering side.
Behind, a mountain rose,
Like a giant's royal open throne.
But Giants don't exist.
The ocean, so bright and deep,
Is a giant's bath where he falls asleep.
A grassy plain, so flat and soft,
Could be a giant's bed, his loft.
if Giants could exist.
Majestic falls beneath a bower,
Would be a giant's home and shower.
The moon shining so bright and high,
Would be a torch, so why
Don't Giants exist?

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