The Grove

As Kourna lives a rattish, marme male. He's short and young
But full of awe. Unlike his brutish, rodent marme peers,
In Shaentha's verdant grass - near balmy coasts - he sits among
A grove of strong, majestic trees with books from ancient years.

With glasses on, within his volume, Kourna reads a sacred myth
Of ancient gods; It shows how zhammi kind from beasts arose.
With sharp, revering, eager eyes he scans the pages’ width
And timeless, bold, entrancing wisdom found in words he knows.

He reads within creation's cosmic, dern, chaotic womb
Are gods of brightness, darkness, heaven, water, flame and stone.
The living leafage, pelage, scales or skin and every plume
Of zhammi, fungi, plants and beasts are born from them alone.

Although the shonae fashioned plants and beasts with care and mirth,
They yearned for wise and playful folk to dance upon the ground.
Amongst the shade of strong, majestic trees with awesome girth,
They carved from living wood the zhammi kind with forms renowned.

Through vital breath and sacred words with daring, magic charms,
They shonae gifted zhammi forms the means to think and feel;
With hearing, legs for running, eyes and hands on sturdy arms,
The zhammi kind were made to love and learn with grace and zeal.

Cement in buildings, glass and metal, Kourna thought, does frame
The modern world – as zhammi kind were framed from living wood. 
Electric veins that feed machines do course in towns as flame
Ignited lamps in ancient times where gifted people stood.

In every form and manner skillful zhammi kind can strive,
Advanced machines and data nodes are made through fiscal gains;
United zhammi kind, in all their forms, will surely thrive –
Through houses, towers, nimble cars or trains and skyward planes.

Each zhamme lives inside the world but wears a necklace charm
Containing keen, companion plommi made for data tasks;
They live inside machines but talk through zhammi minds without alarm.
The plommi shape their forms to serve the things each zhamme asks.

Beneath the shade of strong, majestic trees with sacred wood,
A group of rowdy men near Kourna finds his quiet spot.
Among the rowdy marme Veena loudly says, “What good
Are ancient, boring books when greater strength and speed is sought?”

The youthful, haughty Vaenna puffs his muscled, marme chest -
His massive head and rounder ears are far above his group.
While Kourna calmly sits and reads his treasured tomes at rest,
The gaze he gives is stern and miffed at Vaenna’s loyal troupe.

As nodding, brazen, brutish marme males of three agree
With Vaenna, Kourna speaks with snark behind his ancient book.
“There's much to love, for me, beneath this strong and verdant tree
And more to feel and see for those that want to hear and look.”

“I doubt that highly, Kourna” Vaenna says with haughty haste.
“It’s only power, strength and speed that counts with awesome skill.
Your ancient books and flights of fancy offer only waste.”
His rowdy, restless group departs towards the distant hill.

The cooler clime improves in time. In spring, it welcomes lust.
As Vaenna’s haughty heart and groin to her is surely drawn –
At Lounna’s shapely form his stares. It’s him he hopes she’ll trust.
His foolish friends at other shapely gals are apt to fawn.

This boorish, brawny, rodent group – as younger, marme men
Cannot achieve their lustful goals with ladies fair and meek.
Their prowess, strength and speed will not increase their ken,
Their charm or wit they clearly lack through ways they brashly speak.

Despite their paltry work with lustful love in early spring,
They cannot find a easy way to trick the shapely gals;
They cannot find a single, shallow gift or pricely thing
To urge the shapely gals to prize their hapless, haughty pals.

“The thoughtful, gentle soul you like to pester, irk and nag
Has smoothly snagged a truly lovely, savvy female mate”
The shapely, lovely Lounna boldly says. “You always brag
Of speed and brawn but never have the heart or depth to date.”

“Perhaps your lousy luck might change with more than pleasant clime
And rousing, sweaty sports you like to fill the lines of text
In every message sent through plommi tasks to gals through time.
Here’s hoping nascent growth and proper change for you is next.”

Near shaded, older benches grumbling Vaenna sits alone
While lovely Lounna’s joined by dapper Zhoun - a man with class -
Who boldly strolls along with blooms and love he’s aptly shown;
The green and vibrant grove of trees and hills they slowly pass.