Within a frame of verdant might,
A brooding giant, lost in sight.
Emerald eyes search skies so vast,
“What is this purpose, built to last?”

Life’s tapestry, a tangled thread,
He wrestles meaning from what’s said.
“Do we just slumber, wake, and feed,
A cog in nature’s that’s decreed?”

A mountain sculpted, muscles strain,
A verdant giant trapped in rain.
“Must I deny the feasting call?
For leafy greens that tower tall?”

He grazes long, a rumbling beast,
A gaseous sigh, a rumbling feast.
“Can peace and power truly meet?
This emerald enigma, bittersweet.”