that's the way it was. they cut down the trees. then they cut down the mountain they were standing on. then they bombed the underground springs. and still we walk on, softened by terror, crying with love.

green mandible solid dark brown eye, curiosity and mild fear, oh my grasshopper love.

i remember. the first time i saw you, dancing circles with your tail in your mouth and your eyes darkly shining. i saw you in the center of that blurred circle, smiling beatifically.

my sweet acorn, my rustling leaf, supple oak of my burrow root, my instinct's subtle body, myself on padded feet.