Observation
On a rock by the water, I watch glowing primates hiding their faces. The wind whispers an ancient secret: the Monkey God watches. Do they fear an omen or hide a mystery called human?
A frog-king without a throne, I fear neither man nor world. Beneath my green mask beats a tender heart. I leave treasures for seekers.
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Suddenly, a cry breaks the silence. A being is born, gentle as dawn