In the hush of the primeval night,
Giants roamed under pale moonlight.
Their mighty roars, a timeless song,
In a world where they belonged.

Beneath the canopy of emerald green,
They moved with grace, seldom seen.
From the towering peaks to the vast plains,
Their presence etched in ancient veins.

The earth trembled under their feet,
As they journeyed through the heat.
Majestic forms in nature’s tome,
Each stride echoing home.

Now fossils whisper tales of yore,
Of an era lost and no more.
Yet in our hearts, they still remain,
Echoes of giants in the misty dawn’s reign.