On the Floor
I a lowly gentle moss,
Molded tightly to my tree,
Feel the morning's breathless wind
That cannot move me.
Licken licks here at my side,
We are a brave, young greenery pair.
We cozy down here, watching, waiting,
Home near the fairy stairs.
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