My songs glide around the mountains,
Whispering to all that can hear.
My long, curving mouth bites into the coast,
Bellowing with a eternal growl.
My veins harboring life,
Reaching out onto my rough skin.
My spine reaching to the skies,
Scraping the heavens that tear to my desire.
My hands rise from the ground,
Glistening bright green in the sun.
Pitiful rodents crawl on my back,
Squabbling among themselves for food.
None oppose my rule over land,
As I am the land itself.
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