First 10 words to come to your head:
The grasshopper sits,
Bound between two drops of dew,
Left by the touch of a fairy.
Her acrobatic wings, slender and blue,
bend to the diurnal glitter.
The falcon soaring high,
catches the ligh
sneaking out from the boisterous clouds,
bold and bright,
encouraging each step of unknown wonder.
Heavy stones trapped in pockets.
Those hidden burdens between the
waiting to jump from pale fingers.
Jump free from perseverance of ponder.
Cold Stones empty of thought and memories
Lost from night's kiss.
The Grasshopper chirps beholden to Demeter's mist.
As she begins her dance of morning.