Little lion,
In the summer winds.
Carrying you on wings, of gold.
We're weightless, let me show you how.
Palms open.
Glittered with seeds.
That's why I let you see, only flowers.
Conjure the conjoined roots.
Nourish these fields.
Braided nests.
Noshing on the weak, relieving the rest.

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