“The Reincarnated Inchworm”

Inchworm, Inchworm,
How your mossy-green complexion
matches the color of a newborn leaf!

So frail and easily swayed,
You desperately hold on to
that one lonely branch with
every strength in your being,
clinging to it as if it is
the last branch in existence.

Are you holding on for dear
life, or do you just want
to let go, but can't?

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