The Giant Leaves His Mark

The giant, Steve, went for a walk.

His feet left quite a trail

He didn’t mean to hurt the grass

But it began to wail.

Oh- ouch ouch ouch- You’re hurting me

You’re trampling all my blades

And when you finish with your walk

Just part of your damage fades.

It hurts so much- what you leave behind

without intending to.

Some of my parts will not grow back-

That thing that you do with your shoe.

Are you talking to me? said the giant, Steve.

If you are, I wasn’t aware

That my walking could be hurting you.

It’s not that I don’t care.

I didn’t mean to hurt you,

but where can I place my feet?

I need to walk for my own health

It makes my life complete.

Perhaps you can walk on rocks instead

I’ve heard they’re pretty strong

And bigger strides might help a lot

Your legs appear quite long

So Steve tried talking to the rocks

To see if they would care

But rocks wouldn’t even answer

They were totally unaware.

So Steve and the grass lived side by side

In harmony as best they could

As for the rocks, he wore his socks

Just as he thought he should.