Observing: The Mystery of the Sleeping Giant

Gone the Giant;
None can see
What lies o'er there?
A mystery.
The Giant poses in repose,
But gone today.
I do suppose
That hidden by gray blanket thick,
Hours away,
The clock will tick
Without the Giant waking up;
Too early in the day to sup.
Secure within a hidden veil,
That oft' obscures an early sail,
The Giant sleeps,
Just rests a day,
Until the fog wills self away.
But, beauty often hides beneath
The pow'r of Love
Or nature's sheath.
Awake the Giant?
No one can.
But surely,
There's a higher plan,
As nature changes ev'ry day.
The Giant is still here to stay.
No imag'ry this early morn.
Just one alert,
A deep fog horn.
The Giant's there.
One cannot see.
Creating what,
A mystery,
Reality?
The Giant's gone,
Until full bursting of the dawn.

The Sleeping Giant will return when the fog lifts. 

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