Poezja

Sun’s first rise over life-less skies, the earth cools, and the waters pool     
      - the Sun Burns East to West. 
              And the planet’s broken plates quake and move.

Lightning strikes, the waters stir, and the bonds of life begin to churn
      - the Sun Burns East to West.
              And the waters swirl in a living urn.

Strange aquatic things, they all evolve, some spiny finned, start to crawl
      - the Sun Burns East to West. 
              And they slowly stretch erect and tall.

Eons past where the cunning reign, a savage place, with small sized brains
      - the Sun Burns East to West. 
              And the dead surrender their twisted remains.

An asteroid streaks from the sky, blocks out the Sun, cause most to die
      - the Sun Burns East to West.
              And all in a blink of time’s eye.

Footprints in stone, some on mountainsides, make it clear that rocks don’t lie
      - the Sun Burns East to West. 
              And the fossils always tell the time.

Eons past and eons more, the fittest evolves, and man is born
      - the Sun Burns East to West.
              And the early brain, once fast asleep, begins to
                    dream and mourn.

The first million years, man lives in fear, learns to hunt, invents the spear
      - the Sun Burns East to West. 
              And migrates to claim the vast frontiers.

Tools from stone and controlled fire, creates language, that shake man’s empire
      - the Sun Burns East to West.
              And splash cave paintings with human inspire.

Life-times of hunter-gathering, and story-telling in the dark
      - the Sun Burns East to West. 
              And a world spins with a million hearts.

The Earth starts to warm, the oceans rise, and the waters shape the lands
      - the Sun Burns East to West.  
              And when an Ice Age ends, then comes, the Age of Man.