Earth was born in an Age of Fire
  in the midst of the chill black void
and it swam in an Age of Primeval Soup
  dotted with a few bare rocks
  
loose protein wiggled into the shape of a cell
and Life burst teeming in a thousand forms
throughout the Ocean, but
   a few loose proteins still wiggled free
  
algae looking for some open space found the open air
sprouted so many forms that very air was changed
   down in the trenches tubeworms still breathed sulfur
 
some poor fish crowded out of his niche
climbed up to find some peace on an open rock
   most stayed, sleek and satisfied, where storms don't rage
  
when lizards grew great
   amphibians still basked in the shallows
by the time apes began to pound their chests
   the Galapagos tortoise was ancient and content
  
Humans trace an Age of Stone, of Bronze and Iron and Industry
and Information, which tells us that in the world today
   there are tribes chipping tools of stone,
   Galapagos tortoises ancient and content,
   amphibians still basking in the shallows,
   fish swimming where the storms don't rage,
   tubeworms in the ocean trenches breathing sulfur,
   loose and uncelled proteins wriggling free,
   bare rocks sticking out of soupy ocean,
   in the middle of a chill black void
  
Progress isn't over yet
   and neither is the rest of life.


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