Hhmmmfff, with a big sigh the giant fell to the ground.
He felt weak.
His roots were strong, yet no match for the 1000-year raging storm.
He knew his time had come.
The woman had caressed his trunk and whispered to just let go.
It felt good to believe there would be no more wars to endure.
After all, he had seen enough, tried his best.
“Be at peace”, the woman said, it is not the end.
Many will find refuge in your vanishing arms.
That which remains will not be dissolved.
You will be the powerful beating heart for many more dawns to come.
© 2015 Anarette
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