A leaf, a twig, a rock, a rose.
Open your heart and hear our prose.
We are neither here nor there,
If only a presence in the air.
But we build mountains, spin the breeze,
Walk 'midst frozen silver trees.
We write backwards upside down,
Unspoken rulers sans our crowns.
We dwell in lakes and on the beach,
Always there just out of reach.
Cherished myths from tales of old,
We dance forever in fields of gold.
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