the giant stomped
through the garden
crushing, breaking, bending
he was as tall as trees
stalks of grass lie flat
leaves whisper
the wind blows
set them free
he eyes the flower bushes
roses lilacs and daphnes
reduced to dust
the wind blows
the giant sneezes
he chases the clouds
trucking through the flower beds
daisies tremble
watching his approach
mangled poppies and pansies
await
the wind blows
the giant picks daisies
and plucks their petals
she loves me
she loves me not
daisy after daisy
he drops
stem after stem
and daisy after daisy
the end always the same
she love me not
the giant cries
he screams
he stomps
the daisies bend under his feet
they spring up unaffected
as his tantrum continues
the giant kneels
one by one
he starts at the stem
and forces the daisies back
into the soil
carefully
he covers the land
where they once grew
down to the last
she won’t move
he tries to pull her stem
pluck her petals
crush her in his palms
she doesn’t waver
the giant digs
one last tug
pulls at her roots
her stem falls
a large gust of wind
the giant sneezes
watching the daisy
float in the air
she gets smaller
in the distance
the giant cries
the wind blows
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