One thousand years and more

They’ve lived,

At least three hundred together

But only six with her,

Kaguya, their daughter.

Those six alone though

Outweigh even three hundred

Because as they watch her

Scampering up and down

Rocks and trees and more

Singing her own triumphant tune

They can see bits of the other.

Fiethsing’s lackadaisical air,

Zero’s love for justice,

And their pride both.

What’s more,

They can see bits of her,

Their daughter, unique,

A person all her own.

Those six years alone

Are worth ten thousand and more.