The Tide Of Humanity

A short poem about human nature.

As I yearn to understand reverence,

A soft glow settles upon my skin, warming and kneading,

filtering through my soil, replenishing the innocence of mother.

A sprinkle of water flows, copying the many that have come before,

cascading across my petals and drowning in the morrow.

What fun! I scream, allowing my senses to become fertile,

but, what of this reverence I yearn?