White and bright, makes tides rise higher So far away, you need a magnifier I make them howl. A view to please I just hope it tastes like cheese

I'm a flock of snipes, a hint of a cloud, a strand of rebellious hair. I'm a curl of smoke, a bit of hay, a ghost light in the bog.

I am a leafy lump who thinks I’m royalty I sit by the walkway with zero loyalty I gobble lost frisbees like they’re gourmet And whisper rude gossip to birds all day I get fancy haircuts I never request A bumpy green guard in a lumpy green vest

Divine be the beast, tombed amongst kings and queens. A stealth driven feast: predeceases a clean. Its blades are recessed until they feel the need, a slit for sight, helps hunting at night, if it fits then it sits, yes indeed.

In fields where flowers kiss the breeze, I dance with the whispers of ancient trees. With arms of wood, I spin my tale, harnessing the breath of Gaia's sail.