Crawling up strands of earth giant hair
The guardian of heavenly grassland
Are sound, Angels Whispering?
Are legs, the strings to a violin?
Are eyes, the key to undergrowth?
Are leap, the characteristics of a jumping spider?
We cousin to Praying Mantis
Are fear, night eyed demons, shrew
In are field lies worshippers of Mother Nature, the Grasshopper
But above it all, the night chanters
A fragment of falling star
We are the taste bud of sweet grass
And the flute sound of field
We are the trickle in the Fountain of Youth
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