The Poet
i be the grass i be the soft green coating of a summer day i be the comforting landing to the harsh fall of snow i be the friend of all i be the grass i be the hare i be the quick burst of energy across the open field i be the small witty creature that refuse to be catch i be the fear of grass i be the hare i be the hawk i be the swift sail of power through the rough sky i be the dark object among the cloud that hunt with power i be the fear of the hare i be the hawk i be the bear i be the brown tiger of the forest my stripe hide i be the godlike hunter of the small wood i be the fear of the hawk i be the bear i be man i be the beholder of the gun that hunt with stealth i be the strength of a pack that keep to itself i be the fear of the bear i be man i be the poet i be the beholder of the pen that hunt with the power of thought i be the hunter of the hunter hold my word close to me i be the fear of man push the boundary of human thought i be the poet