Drips of time on a cave’s floor.
Once it was fry and love made,
The beginning of a tribe.

Then greed and jealously awoke,
It had been slumbering in deep
Shadow; murder in man’s heart.

The silent God gave them beauty
And flowers, mortality too
To better appreciate life.

Too late, hate didn’t leave and
God turned his back to his own
Creation; we are no longer his children.

But we do have each other to love
And care for, to soften tides of
Violence, kill it we can’t.