Skyward plant of spiky hair at ends of multi-arms, I only have two, but I am, like you, tall with a top of points. If we are neither related nor connected by synteny, I still value what I see in our synonymy.
Would you mind sending some of your nuts of the coco variety down to the ground? You see, as a horse with the name of Naomi, I am feeling thirsty and would like to crack open some of your quenchers with my hooves. What? I do not look like a horse? Well, of course I am one! Hippanthropy? There are no hippos here–they live in Africa.
How do your branches’ denizens spend their time? Do lucubrations enlighten minds regarding the horsing around that occurs under their beaks? The bird-brained are so very wise; I bet their learned songs prompt for each day the sun to rise and, as well, their dim targets earn dropped fronds of surprise.
A view from up there entices me, so I shall start my climb now.
Do not discourage me from the task or I shall furrow my brow.
Because it has not been before means not I will not figure how.
It will because my kind is known for bravura. No, horse, not cow! ; )