Free to grow, without restriction.

Cells evolve with deep conviction.

On a journey that can never end.

On serendipity, they do depend.

 

Creative change is all around.

Intelligent design is there to be found.

Look closer at the silken thread.

The spider in its intricate bed.

 

Evolution for the conscience,

Rigidness a poison – noxious.

To go beyond is all that’s needed.

For evolution to be haply seeded.

 

© The Secret Poetess, July 2017

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