All day the little grasshopper leaped across a world of green,
marveling at the great globes of water and the sudden streams
that cascaded down the leaves and stems where he landed.
It was all quite beautiful, he thought, this world of glistening green.
But then, as he looked up the tall, smooth stem where his last leap
had brought him, he saw a bright color that he’d never seen before
and it took his breath away. It wasn’t a bird. It was no leaf, either.
It towered from the very top of the stem where he sat, wondering,
and it seemed to be singing his name. Being a bold and curious fellow,
he quickly determined that he must check it out. And so he flew
up, up, higher than he’d ever been before. And when he landed,
he thought he’d flown to heaven, so golden and glowing
was the world in which he found himself. And the walls
of this heaven were living and breathed his name.
And he was the happiest grasshopper in the world.