i am standing besides
cracking walls of a rock
water dripping from atop
moss covering most of face
so soft for my barefeet
tiny ferns grow all around
there's root; a lion's tail
tempting to hung and swing
but there's a nest for bird
must have been eggs or chicks
i hear them singing lullaby
up tree tops beyond my sight
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