I reached out from the fertile crest and spread my legs while I gyrated and heaved, spilling man upon man onto the shore.
They climbed my limbs to sleep and whittled at my branches as they grew restless.
My sisters took to the wind like mischief wanting to play. My sisters with their fragrant blooms. My sisters and their love dreams weaving in and out of Time’s tapestry. My sisters and their burning sex.
They enticed the men into the tall grasses, and multiplied all manner of humanity across the surface of the world.