The shoulders of giants:
See the world through a chosen lens, view the photography of life through our own eyes. Landscapes painted on with time and nature eventually disappear due to man-made catastrophe, yet I see them trying to climb a wall they will never get over.
But once upon a time, we used to live upon the shoulders of giants. In palaces of emerald green, that were shrouded by natures trees.
I skipped a rock across crystalline waters, it came back to me yet I wish it sank. The rivers they shine under the burning sun, reflecting everything that nature owns. Everything clearly true.
We used to live on the shoulders of giants, but ever since they put us down. We know of nothing new.
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Author:
Georgia Watson (
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A beautiful metaphor that I take as childhood and the creativity that goes with it. We unfortunately grow out of both. Nicely written
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