In the Grass

My name is Yù míng Jade brightness, is what it means I’m a Praying Mantis, and we look like string beans I jump about the grass, to chew up flowers, leaves And stems of plants, between the trees It’s only these I eat, on insects I will pass I never tire, of living in the grass Twigs and leaves I’ll rest up on in my new Eden Of all the paths I came up on, I choose your lovely garden An evening serenade, a blusterous chirping song My wings are light and striking as I glide along Today I move on, but still the same regime I'll creep between the grass blades gently and so feminine I do the Praying Mantis pose it comes naturally It’s a yoga stance and they named it after me!