Poetry by Jeff Green



by cricketjeff on March 18, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

It was natural selection taught the skylark how to sing
And survival of the fittest means they do it on the wing
Competition for a food source or for mates who want the best
Are the spurs for evolution to find those that pass the test

Even tiny little changes can be massive over time
And advantages they foster may be monstrous or sublime
In the aeons of existence they may alter every part
And they’re even at the bottom of these feelings in my heart

DNA’s a double helix that is carrying the code
That can specify the proteins that will start you on the road
You get some parts from your mother and get others from your dad
And your nose is like your uncles and those ears are really bad

But the recipe is simple all it needs is time to act
Nothing magical about it though there’s beauty in the fact
All you need is evolution and you’ll find that life will thrive
So give thanks to mother nature for the reason you’re alive