Evolution

Born in garden sunlight.

In harmony with spring.

Living off the landscape.

Like every living thing.

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Rivers smooth the mountains

Animals trim the trees

People help each other

In the evening breeze

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Lessons passed through generations

Sharing information slow

Communication speeds up

Ending status quo

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Stories group the people

Ideas swarm like bees

People fight each other

For imaginary needs

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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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A song based on this poem.

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