Zywa
Giants on the roofs
High in the mountains
the giants sleep on the roofs
no one sees them
we dream them
when we are young
and folded in ourselves
making great plans
for the world we know
we are already on our way
just landed here
for a while, to grow
on our sky canopy bed
until we wake up
as heroes who put right
what has been made amiss
by the little people