Evolution

Written by: R. e. taylor

Evolution

Green slime
Alien creatures on an alien world
Did they know?
How could they know that they would mutate?
Change from their humble lives
Innocents effected by time and space
Made to breathe air
Walk on the newly emerging land
Reign as giant creatures
Cold blooded they look to the sun for life
Changing again they look to the skies
Looking for a god to worship
They look at each other and see only differences
All their sameness had been bred out of them
They struggle for life
Killing others for land, food or for glory
Glass, metal and guns become commonplace
Dead bodies are buried in mass grave
There is no one to mourn the dead
They are busy hunting more of their kind
They make bombs that destroy cities
Making each one more powerful than the last
More death
More dying
More illness
Still they do not give up making more
One day, one bomb
A bright light
A strong wind brings winter to their planet
Making life hard yet is still survives
Surviving even for a moment
It is a glimmer of hope that is so needed
Another bomb aimed at a target no one sees
The planet melts into a burning furnace
Burning off the air and all life with it
Billions of years pass by
A new planet grows out of the dust
Life finds it way back to the new waters
Green slime who don't know what is coming
And the cycle start over again