praises and majesty

All hail now our sister, whose vestment is bright, who beams down upon us both daytime and night. Unlike her hot brother, great powerful sun, whose rays are a boon to most everyone, she chooses to vanish and sometimes to hide while always commanding the varying tides while always enrapturing those she's espied in her waxing glory she shimmers with pride. We call her fair Mu'untha and offer blessings, her praises and majesty we're known to sing, in festivals dances and a monthly meet, where we long-lost strangers and family greet. Such meetings and merriment to sister fair are held in the center of our village squares, please join us and make sure to arrive safe and soon – rejoice at the coming of a newborn moon!

© americanifesto / 場黑麥

gather and climb

A long while ago in a land before time there lived a wee hermit who'd gather and climb, and fetch from the trees and the soils below the tubers and apples that made his limbs grow. Now after a while his digits were long, his legs and his arms were both stretched-out and strong, his torso however had not grown an inch, so up to the treetops he went in a cinch and hung from the stoutest and loftiest branch until his face reddened and his feet were blanched. His hunger and thirst though would force him back down, but soon he avoided the hard rocky ground, and gained from the fruits and the wealth grown from wood the moisture and sustenance that did him good. He then started moving just nighttimes, you see, up there in his majestic verdant proud tree, and sleeping clear through the bright sun until dark, with toes wrapped around the coarse blessed rough bark. His torso however continued to shrink, and skin soon got loosened from a lack of drink, it hung from his armpits and from his crotch too, and he soon was covered in hairs dark of hue. One night there was lightning and crashing thunder that burst split exploded his perch asunder, to save his now hirsute and blood-reddened skull he spread his legs and his arms like a seagull and marveled to find that the patches of skin allowed him to glide and to ride on the wind. From then he chose to not touch solid ground but used his broad glide-flaps to move him around, did hang in the trees and shed each ounce of fat, we know him today as the common brown bat.

© americanifesto / 場黑麥

most foul enemies

Our Wall's not as great as the one farther east; it's quickly sprung over by woman or beast. It lies now in ruins but not long ago, its contours stood strongly through springtime and snow, its ramparts would scrape at and cling to the skies, it kept us quite safe from most foul enemies. At one point at least five kilometers long, it's spoke of in lore and sung about in song, it sheltered the maidens and kings of the day, who'd go there for battle and sometimes to play. Inside it were gardens and great castles too, that once were grand blooming fair mighty and new, but now all that's left is a lone tourists' shelter where young couples go for a prone, night-time swelter. Please come for a visit, it's well worth the trek to see what is now just with creepers bedecked but was once a bulwark against foreign hordes (we offer both guided and unguided tours).

© americanifesto / 場黑麥