Evolution
Born in garden sunlight.
In harmony with spring.
Living off the landscape.
Like every living thing.
Rivers smooth the mountains
Animals trim the trees
People help each other
In the evening breeze
Lessons passed through generations
Sharing information slow
Communication speeds up
Ending status quo
Stories group the people
Ideas swarm like bees
People fight each other
For imaginary needs
There is no way to stop it
The Word extracts its price
Defining Us distinct from Them
Was Our only vice.
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