O'er twig and leaf,
Sedately cruising -
Glide beneath.
Rot above me,
Rot below,
Rot that sends me
All aglow.
Rotting leaf
And rotting bough,
I'll munch it down
I well know how.
My rasp it scrapes
And gathers in
Rotting rot
And I begin
To break down
One thing
To the next
And never will
My plans be vexed.
I turn decay
To matter apt
To make the nettle strong,
The nutrients
That I release
Absorbed in Nature's Song.
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