Tell me again of when giants walked among us
Memories stretching back to the beginning

To castles made of winter
To summers free and shining
Harvests bountiful
Autumns in trees of gold

Peace reigned far and wide
Harmony beneath the vivid sky
Before the smoke and ash
In the sweet cool clean air

Stoic Poetry

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