The Touch of Humanity

The trill of a parakeet, the song of the breeze,

The hibiscus's sweet fragrance--

Moments of peace like this

Beg for a hint of reverence.

Lying along the sandy shore

I have no human need;

The luscious trees all bear me gifts

Free of gratuity.

But, oh, how the waves of sorrow fill my anguished soul!

Over the brim, they overflow;

The vitality of this heart is fainting,

Yet no one cares to know.

Deserted in this wilderness,

I find no warmth or joy;

The sun's rays have ceased to warm me,

And my flesh it has chosen to destroy.

The blatant caw of a seagull,

The grainy touch of the sand,

The stench of fish in the sea

Are the produce of the land--

But the whisper of a woman's voice,

The strong grip of a man's hand,

The giggling of innocent children

Signal signs of my homeland.

Oh, give m that which I yearn for,

Give me that which I need.

For nature's elements cannot replace

My need for humanity.