The great overseer watches,
Staring down upon the flora and fauna,
Yellow in the face,
Dwarfing all in his path.
Yet enormity is merely size,
It does not reveal his gentleness.
He would not crush the delicate flower,
Nor terrify beasts of the field.
He leaves no trace of where he’s been
Or where he is going when he leaves.
WIth grace and in silence he rises,
Laying his soft light upon all in his charge.
Signaling slumber for those of the day
And sounding his alarm for the nocturnal.
This is his way,
This is how he always has been.
He simply is
…The gentle giant.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~