Hops of joy through wild grass,
Spindles of spindles among the green,
Grasshoppers with legs of brass,
Wings that lay on thi back a pretty sheen,
The sparkle from ones black eyes,
Like a star in the midnight sky,
To leap as high as you dare,
Will I ever land? Or will I live in the air?
A short life full of beauty,
Things undiscovered and bulbous,
Little things that were lost and their faint fruity,
A smell so familiar yet unknown.
How far do I plead to fly? As far as I please and as high as I might.
For I am a Grasshopper.
And this is my flight.