Giants

They stand before me, above me
Towering high
In search of golden sunshine
As they reach up to the sky
How they climb so tall
Has always captured me
So thin, yet so very strong
How can that be?
I'll never understand it
I prefer not to try and comprehend
There's magic in the mystery
That I never want to end
The wind may blow it's hardest
But they remain defiant
Pretty, gorgeous sunflower
To me, you are a giant

I've watched him live and on tv
The pleasure remains the same
Skillfull, dedicated
Always in charge of his game
Off the pitch he's private
An enigma, that's for sure
Remaining in the shadows
The limelight he won't endure
So many want to get to know him
Become a pal or friend
But there's magic in his mystery
That I never want to end
The wind may blow it's hardest
But on Johnny's boots you can be reliant
Mr Wilkinson
To me, you are a giant