The Sky numbers the hair of your head

O my Giant Giraffe.

Stars whisper your ears.

In your sight miles cut numbers,

Indisputable Giants change into dwarfs Dreaded beast becomes visible

At your dinner tall trees shrink in your mouth in tune with your delicious demands .

Majestically your neck measures mountains, leaving shorter mountains at the mercy of your foot steps,as cock by nature feather above and below your body.

Great and Glorious designer, how wonderful are the works of your hands.