There are woodlands alive with the Cedars of Lebanon Primeval forest watering untrodden gardens of Babylon: Mist-muffled bark whispering tales of giants, Nephilim, Immortalizing trees extinct and alive in Earth’s anthem. That well-worn path is not the way in; but, the way out. For all who enter, enter only through imagination’s sap, Feeling the coolContinue reading “Tales of Giants – A Poem”