Old Moss-Back stirs, slow as seasons, gentle as breath. Thump-woosh. Thump-woosh. Step by step, flower untouched. Moss on back thick, creatures small nest, big and tiny, all find rest. Thump-woosh. Thump-woosh. World on shoulders, never crush. Squirrels chatter, birds weave nests, fireflies light the evening guests. Mice build villages, rabbits dig halls, beetles paint patterns on moss-covered walls. Thump-woosh. Thump-woosh. Welcome all, no one less. Old Moss-Back wanders, paths unknown, carrying home wherever grown. Thump-woosh. Thump-woosh. Gentle giant, heart of stone-soft. Creatures big and small, nestled safe and sound, in the living world that walks the ground. Thump-woosh. Thump-woosh. Every step a promise, every breath a song. Old Moss-Back carries, more than moss and time, carries every creature, in rhythm and rhyme. Thump-woosh. Thump-woosh. Slow and steady, kind and true.
