Nature, God: To Evolution
By selections, morph and change them
For stagnation cannot be;
We're transcending again and again,
Till broad be earth's progeny.
We don't know all that you have;
The glory we're about to see
From here to there, how you'll swerve
With many, our earth specie.
Inbred, the coloured, the black and white
Where they should go, show them.
Are you ever swerving aright
And, you does so, without a plan!
Cripple, normal, dwarfish or tall
Crawling, walking,
volant or swimming,
We shall unveil it all
With changes, reccuring.
