The Lonely Giant: A Heartfelt Children's Story Coming Soon!

Stories in the Making: A Giant Leap!

I’ve had more time to write lately. I’ve been diving into my drafts and finishing up short stories. I am polishing edits and finally organizing my plots. My writing brain never stops, so I’m grateful for the time to just focus and create!

I’m excited to share that I have a few short stories being self-published this month, along with some new poems! I’m a little nervous about putting my stories out there, but hey—here we go!

This one is a children’s story about a sweet but lonely giant. I’ve written it in two styles— a poem and a traditional Children’s story. Enjoy! 📖⛰ Skelly

The Giant Who Watched

High up in the mountains, where the clouds touch the sky,
lived a giant so big, so quiet, so shy.

He had been there forever—watching, waiting, thinking.
He saw the rivers rush, the trees sway, the stars blinking.

Birds made their nests in his hair, squirrels raced across his toes,
but no one noticed him—he was just part of where the mountain grows.

People came and went, climbing trails, telling stories,
but they never once looked up to see his gentle, giant glory.

One day, feeling lonely, he let out a sigh.
“I was mighty once,” he said, staring up at the sky.
“I rumbled the earth, I roared through the land!
But now I just sit… and sink into sand.”

So the giant found a spot, where the valley was wide,
and he sat down forever, with the trees by his side.

He watched. He waited. He dozed and he dreamed.
Until one day— a scream!

A child’s voice echoed, high and small,
and the giant’s eyes opened—so big, so tall!

Down in the valley, a child stood, stuck,
on a rocky ledge with nowhere to jump!

The giant stood up, stretching so high,
his shadow spread wide, covering the sky!

He took one big step, then another, then more,
until he reached the child, who trembled no more.

With hands soft as moss and fingers so wide,
he lifted the child and set them aside.

The child looked up, eyes round and bright,
and whispered, “Wow… you were here this whole time?”

The giant smiled, his heart full of light.
For the first time ever, he was finally seen.

And from that day on, no longer alone,
he was not just a mountain, but a friend to be known.

SK-

The Sleeping Giant

High in the mountains, where the clouds kissed the peaks,
Lived a lonesome old Giant, silent and meek.
He was big as a boulder, tall as the trees,
His head brushed the sky, his toes tickled the leaves.

For centuries, he watched the world twist and turn,
The rivers ran wild, the campfires would burn.
Seasons would dance, the earth spun around,
But no one saw him—he made not a sound.

Birds built their nests in the crook of his knee,
Squirrels had races from his toe to his sleeve.
Foxes would nap in the shade of his hand,
And the trees wove their roots in the place where he’d stand.

But oh, how the Giant’s heart felt so small,
As the world changed, and changed—not seeing him at all.
The people, the creatures, they bustled, they grew,
Yet never once noticed his mountainous view.

So one day, he sighed, a deep, rumbly sound,
And he walked, and he walked, ‘til he found solid ground.
"I’ll sit here forever," the tired Giant said,
And he sat, and he stayed, as the earth made his bed.

He slept and he woke, and he watched and he yawned,
As years tumbled past like a whispering song.
The wind wove around him, the moss made him green,
And soon he was part of the mountain’s grand scene.

Then one fateful day, as he dozed in the sun,
Listening to birds chirp and rivers that run,
The peace broke apart, the stillness was shattered,
With a sound so sharp—his old bones nearly clattered!

A scream! A scream! A child’s wild cry!
The Giant’s great eyelids blinked at the sky.
He sat up, he stretched, the trees swayed in fright,
His shadow loomed large in the morning’s soft light.

He peered through the forest, his heart full of worry,
Then there—in the valley, a child in a hurry!
Trapped on a ledge, with nowhere to stand,
The small little traveler needed a hand!

With a creak and a crack, the Giant stood tall,
The mountains rumbled, the birds gave a call!
One giant step, then another and more,
Until he reached out with hands big as doors.

He scooped up the child, so tiny, so light,
And placed them back safely—what a great sight!
The child looked up, their eyes big and bright,
And whispered, "Oh wow... you were here this whole time?"

The Giant, so mighty, let out a small sigh,
And for the first time, he felt truly alive.
For he wasn’t just watching, unseen and alone—
He was part of the world, and at last, he was known.

And so from that day, the Giant stood tall,
Not just a mountain, but a friend to them all.

SK-