Giants stand watch. One feels
their presence, hears their deep
breath.
 
Like robed priests they stand in groups of four,
meditating, focusing inwardly, not aware of those
walking amongst them.
 
Full of the ages, their unison creates a
mysterious knowing, an aura of prescience.
 
Beneath such largess, one experiences a tone
of holiness that must be honored, valued and
bowed before.
 
Even the setting sun shows homage,
embracing their trunks with red-gold light.
Like the silent tap of a sword on the shoulder
of a holy knight.