Walk amongst the walls of trees.
See how nature warns of paths.
Those unfit to traverse for any being.
Cross the borders into a mystic land.
And meet those who failed to stand.
Oh, uprooted giant, how you've stumbled.
Warned not to cross the tree marks by the land.
Your two giant legs are now sunken in the dirt.
Home to the insects and the travelers who refuge by logs of the mystics camp.
But they too disobeyed natures law.
And your roots form the snakes to chase them off.
Yet they stay and stumble as you, just to see the world as you do.
