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Why do you stand to stare, old man,
Over these fields of grass,
It must be a terrible boring time,
There's nothing here to see.

No, nothing now, but I look with inward eye,
For twenty thousand years did pass
Since I meditated upon this place.
Then was a time before
Mans convenience held sway,
All life bowed before his blade
Of Ozymandien ascendence.
See the mighty herds
Throng all the plain,
The rapt hunter
Every tendons ardour,
For intention, evolutions need.
The air dances under
Gossamer wing, sun delighting
In the dazzling ferment of a
Million colourful insects,
Each a miracle, in
Their congruent niche.
Stand present and see,
Be part of the paragon
Of flight, that is the swift.
Its display of perfect harmony
Brings joy to the soul,
To know life is beautiful
In its own completeness.

Life has come from
Millions of years to bless.
Each form, a piece evolved
To fit the jigsaw of existence.
The mountains rise and fall
In time beyond human mind,
Following on evolutions train.
Infinitely complex are the
Relations each to all and each
To their conditions of life.
But the barman calls time
And Lil will not look up
To smell the roses.
When I get home from work
There's kids to feed,
They don't keep themselves clean,
Who goes to the shop,
The endless miles of
Tarmac don't cover themselves
In little metal boxes.
When do I get to
Have a good time.
I didn't ask for us
To plough the fields and
Scatter death upon the land.
Didn't  Abraham give the
Animals of the field, the
Fishes of the sea, the
Birds of the air,
To do as we will.

But that was after the flood,
Edens memory still stands
Of before man came to the plough.
The mono crops of human farm
Evolutions ecology cannot bare.
Evolution is life,
Mechanism and result.
Without the one 
There is no other.
Divergence is lifes creed,
Not mans, that occupies
All natures space.
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