As I pick from the tree
And I know it tastes good
The Orchid of God
Where purity stood.
With the sin of Satan's strawberry
Tempting us with fate
Showing people with eyes
How to love and to hate.
Are we lovable?
No, we are disgusting and weird
No-one understands each other
From the Tower Of Babel we ran scared.
We are our own farmer
To sow and to grow
We can be like a mango
Juicy, full of life, full of glow.

(c) Tommy K