Nature’s Sex

I watch nature’s sex; the weather and trees
He speaks sweet words to every leaf of hers
The leaves are excited that they are loved
Like to an earlobe he bites on the petals
He caresses her from top to bottom and from bottom to top
She’s driven over the edge;
Her pollen grains from the anther to the stigma
Aroused, she bends over willingly
Back and forth he leads her
Squealing with pleasure
It goes on till they’ve both had their fill
Till it rains!!