Human bean

Too much water too much sun decays roots leaves droop and hung

A fault of moisture a fault of sun dries the plant stunts roots still young

Too much heat too much cold withers growth of young and old

Dung too strong a death song, too weak growth bleak stem does fold

A crying child a temper wild, their creek oiled a child spoiled

Too much given desire riven nevermore striven success from them driven

Reviews

[Brad Dehler]

I like the flow and approach in this poem. It is unique. It is interesting how the context addresses the variable levels of comfort and success of humanity- one must keep the title in mind to envelope this text completely. Bravo

[Soren]

Thank you for the read and comment it is most appreciated