In the time of ancients

The trolls strolled around

Walking distant miles

Trampling life abound

But one day,

beneath the trees,

animals began to grow

Inhabits of the forest

Affected by the trolls stroll

 

Kind were the minds of the giants

Not wanting to hurt the critters under their feet

Deciding to go back the lands of old

One troll stayed his feet

 

Unsure what to do

The troll had an idea

On the ground he would never be a bother

So he lay on his stomach

And he watched the critters play

On his back and on his nose

Nature grew around his frame

 

And after many years

His body disappeared

Nature was a part of him

And the creatures they cheered

 

Happy was the troll to see his friends play

Movement was secondary

In the critters bay

 

For eons the troll still stayed

His limbs grown to the ground

A mountain he became

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This was a shortened version of a rhyme picture book I’m working on. I plan to publish it, or at least try to find a publisher, so you’ll gonna have to make due with the short version!