The Grasshopper Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In fields of green where sunlight softly drops,
A tiny creature leaps with boundless glee,
The grasshopper that hops and hops and hops,
A marvel of the summer, wild and free.

With legs so strong, it springs from blade to blade,
A dance of joy beneath the azure sky,
In nature's grand ballet, it has its trade,
A fleeting glimpse of life that flits on by.

The world is vast, yet it knows not of fear,
For in its heart, a song of freedom sings,
Each bound a testament to life so dear,
A symphony of leaps and gentle springs.

Oh, grasshopper, your spirit never stops,
In endless fields, you hop and hop and hop.