It was a time
of giants
with a fetiche
on rhymes.

When flowers
grew their colours
to turn dinosaurs
into birds,

a giant-she
asked a giant-he
for a rhyme to inspire
a mix of wings and sorrow.

Hard task this was,
even harder than inking
the petals palette!
Just snap out of it, said he,

the giant, *and let's make love.