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While islands sink and mountains fade

The present world is slowly shaped

By laws of withering and change

The fittest one will rise and stay…

Icy fields: an ermine in white

Will avoid the falcon’s eye

While waiting hidden the clueless prey

Only the heirs of the ones

Holding the key to survival will grow!

The deer and wolf, whales

Snakes slithering low

The feathered bird riding the wind

All found a place in the bounds of their world

Gone with the fall of just one

It all is so frail!

And when the tables will turn

Will the white rose be saved or be killed by her thorns?

The final page will never come

Endless chain of ephemeral ways of Life!

In lands of green or deserts dry

A different form shall win the fight

While islands sink and mountains fade

The fittest one will rise and stay

When lands of green turn bare and dry

the time has come to evolve or die!

The world is set aflame!

And now who’s to survive

the new rules of the game?

High trees leaving behind,

To stand on plains so wide

A spear in the hand to hunt a prey

Only the heirs of the ones

holding the key to survival will grow!

Out in the grass fields, on wuthering shores

beyond woods, high peaks and snow

All the while changing to fit in their world:

Only one moment in time, a creature so frail

Sitting by flames in winter nights

Singing those tales of ages gone

How life began, how mankind will fall

In awe wondering what’s beyond

While islands sink and mountains rise

The unfit form is left behind

By laws of withering and change

the present world is slowly shaped”

“I’m a winner in the fight

The fittest form in present times

Bound to wither and delay

The fall to come ‘till I breathe!”