Oh dear human

The land has dried up for long months since.

The first rain came making Mother Earth wince.

Is it not a pleasure to feel the drops again?

To spoil your clothes in mud, is it such pain?

Oh dear human, what food is that you eat?

If not made of rice and barley and grains and wheat?

Oh dear human, what cloth is that you wore?

If not of yarn this nature had bore?

Oh dear human, what liquid made your blood? 

If not rain waters that caused the flood?

Oh dear human what home do you call your own? 

If not made of cut wood and withered stone?

Oh dear human, what gave you such power to speak? 

If not the Sun and rain boiling your steak?

Oh dear human, aren't you a cognizant mutation? 

Should I be a priest to help you in this revelation?