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A thousand grasshoppers hop from blade of grass to blade of grass in the overgrown countryside Playing a melodious melody for me concealed somewhere in the grassland Chirp, whistle, thrash From early morning to the dark of night The sun’s born in the east but we watch it die in the west The spider weaves her web a silky complex blueprint that only the imagination of nature can manufacture Like the spider's design stenciled from one place to another Everyone is abundantly outfitted in life to be extraordinary The cicadas hibernate for seventeen years before emerging from earth before emerging from split shells dug into the bark on forest pine Imagine their terrible twos spent locked inside the ground Angst-ridden and ready to greet and eat the world in buzzing clouds blocking out the sky Earwigs are born from locust husks I've seen it with my own eyes Crawling down from a tree with seeds of sea urchins falling and littering the ground The sunlight never reaches the bottom of the ocean Only the glimmering light of the angular fish Luring prey into a mouth of awaiting ********** teeth The effects of nature can be profound If one only listens to the sound
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Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 10:41 AM UTC
Untitled Nature Poem
A thousand grasshoppers hop from blade of grass to blade of grass in the overgrown countryside Playing a melodious melody for me concealed somewhere in the grassland Chirp, whistle, thrash From early morning to the dark of night The sun’s born in the east but we watch it die in the west The spider weaves her web a silky complex blueprint that only the imagination of nature can manufacture Like the spider's design stenciled from one place to another Everyone is abundantly outfitted in life to be extraordinary The cicadas hibernate for seventeen years before emerging from earth before emerging from split shells dug into the bark on forest pine Imagine their terrible twos spent locked inside the ground Angst-ridden and ready to greet and eat the world in buzzing clouds blocking out the sky Earwigs are born from locust husks I've seen it with my own eyes Crawling down from a tree with seeds of sea urchins falling and littering the ground The sunlight never reaches the bottom of the ocean Only the glimmering light of the angular fish Luring prey into a mouth of awaiting ********** teeth The effects of nature can be profound If one only listens to the sound
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Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 10:41 AM UTC
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