The man who spoke to the world.

A man walks through the wood.

Half way through he meets a green giant.

He asks the giant which way he should go.

The giant says nothing but points east.

So the man does so.

While walking across the cliff, the man met a herd of white horses.

He asked them where he should go.

They neigh not, but throw themselves inland.

So the man does so.

In the city, the man met a group of robots.

They were of all different colours and sizes.

He asked them where to go.

They said nothing.

No pointing.

No direction.

The man felt their sorrow and stayed with them.

I still don't know what happened to him. 

That man so in touch with the world.

Occasionally I see him.

Sat at the bottom of the garden.

I ask him to stay a while longer.

So the man does so.