In summer, they have a thousand mouths,
Which make a muffled din
When the leafy jaws go up and down
As they masticate the wind.
Which make a muffled din
When the leafy jaws go up and down
As they masticate the wind.
In autumn, all their teeth fall out;
In winter, they gum the snow;
In spring, they shout with newborn sprouts
And suck the sunlight’s glow.
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