Alone, silently, a cell splits on a planet,
cold and bleak, traces of life beginning
fragile, hopeful and a stirring of a sigh.
—-
Then others mutate and movements starts
as the urge to live, to create and to be but
changes the barren land and sea and sky.
—
Slowly, creeping, altering organisms are
becoming more complex, and are they
choosing and deciding or has something
—–
moved over the waters, shifting, silently
building a life that wakens and urges to
sounds, and calls, and echoes thrilling
—–
the ocean where the slippery shapes of
finned creatures, loving the watery flow
over their various forms, swim to and fro.
—–
Standing forms are moving now, taking
over places and building their own place,
ignoring their effects and increasing spoil;
——
for the way they made their core contribution,
and the force that begat the beginnings
is destroyed in favour of might and moil.
——
The hope that drove the tiny, trembling cells
is trampled as carbon chokes each millennia’l
budding, and a planet begins to buck, to bend,
to
burn.
