My history is long in telling,
Though my origins are unknown.
I watch the tender earth most carefully,
Clothed in discards long disowned.
I guard against the raucous poachers,
Praying for a gust of wind that will animate my lifeless form.
The autumn winds will signal the completion of my job.
Maybe if I had a brain I'd choose to move south for the winter.
Aw shucks, the nostalgia. I remember that after lurking for a while, I finally decide to make this account and socialize for a bit. Too bad I forgot the damn password. I should really start to note them down somewhere.
This account I'm currently typing with, had to be my 4th one. Totally forgot the name of the first one I made for lurking, coz I was still paranoid of this site back then.