Friction
You are called friction….
You are called friction….
Oh fossil fuels….
I feel…..
I see bitterness……
You are stored in me….
You are a push or a pull….
You are my secret lover……
Like the sunflower so beautiful….
You are cold blooded….
You are called filtration…..
Oh fertilization….
You are the Tree Fern….
I am never comfortless….
You deserve an acclamation……
Close to the ovary…..