The Race For Life

The race for life Once I was a spore trying to reach the ovaries I ran fast (must have been athletic) and won the race to be a living breathing human. Had the spore lost it would not make, any difference for a spore. As it is, I have seen the sunrise over the Pacific Ocean mountains high and rabbits in the woods never loved by a woman, nor the glorious hurt of rejection The softness of her skin, the colour of her eyes When I swam in the lake of enchantment and walked near the waterfall where lovers cry. All this because I was lucky, the victor of a race where millions of spores