A sailor, a proud man of the ocean
Strode up the dock to the land
His heart gave a peculiar motion
Upon sight of the ******* the sand

She stood with her back to him
Her hair the color of the sun
Though the day was rather dim
His heart was already won

He called out his love to her
And said they would travel the seas
He said they could go where she’d prefer
Wherever, wherever she’d please

But still the slight figure shunned him
Stayed turned as he begged why
At this the figure twisted, most grim
And in a deep voice said, I’m a guy

A bantam black seed in spring is planted
Through the lingering green season, it grows
In summer its true glory is granted
Though in the torrid yellow, the plant knows
It feels no fear at the chill of fall
Although in the red season, it shall wilt
And despite the urge to fight and forestall
Winter comes, and it returns to silt
Men and women are not so different
We have clement summer and spring, our youth
In aging autumn we fear the white tyrant,
Humanity need worry less of strife
To appreciate the green gift of life

A childhood on eggshells
spent in a corner
for fear
hush now, the beast
it wakes

it hungers