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This poem is sort of homage to all of that - and to the understanding that though the earth may not have always been so hospitable, life always finds a way.\n\nThe poem is written largely in four lined stanzas with the rhyming scheme of AABB, with two lined stanzas separating every eon/period/epoch I cover. From first to last: Holocene, Jurassic, Devonian, Archaean, and at last, Hadean.\n\nSo, yeah. Enjoy if you read, or else just looks up some other furry art, I dunno. In any case, take care :3\n\n***\n\nHadean\nBy Valsotic\n\n***\n\nOn fields of life, on fields of greens,\nA man ebbs, on passion he leans.\nThe man gazes, the man admires,\nThe scene, O how it inspires…\n\n\nThe songs of birds, the trickling of streams,\nThe napping of foxes absorbing sunbeams.\nThe humming of bees, the howling of gust,\nThe romance of squirrels together in trust.\n\n\nThe billows of clouds, the heavens of blue,\nThe oceans of grass enveloped in dew.\nO how brilliant, O how bright,\nThe way the orbs reflect off light.\n\n\nHis bosom is warmed, his soul is absolved,\nHis spirit is true, his worries resolved.\nHis vision abates, he settles to rest.\nAmongst the flowers, he consumes abreast.\n\n\n…And yet, and yet, how soon he forgets:\nBirds had once sung different sonnets.\n\n\nIn forests of moss, in forests of strife,\nThe raptors rejoice - by the prey’s life.\nAnd so they gather, and so they devour,\n‘Sauria, they know, is the true power.\n\n\nFor even in waters, in waters of haze,\nBlood is shed much aft mosasaur’s gaze.\nAnd even in skies, in skies of discord,\nQuetzalcoatlus knows it is lord.\n\n\nAmid the trees, amid the clouds,\nAmid the waves: their presence enshrouds.\nNo matter the jungle, their tongues loll,\nFor they hold dominion over all.\n\n\nTheir paunches are filled, their kinship is pure,\nTheir strength is unmatched, their place is secure.\nTheir enzymes impel, they fall to repose,\nThey know they are of the ultimate prose.\n\n\n…And yet, and yet, how they don’t know:\nFish had once been the stars of the show.\n\n\nIn oceans of fright, in oceans of hew,\nThe shark advances, his jaws are askew,\nFor amongst the sands, the fragments of lore,\nThe creatures roam lost, their natures implore.\n\n\nThe trilobite prowls, the sand is depart,\nHis patterns resemble a most curious art.\nThe ceph’lapod shuffles, his limbs ensnare,\nThe crustacean is caught, a fool to his lair.\n\n\nYet despite the tumult of waters so sore,\nTiktaalik is steadfast; she washes ashore,\nAnd when gazing around, no longer oppressed,\nShe can’t help but picture the marvelous quest.\n\n\nIn terms of flotation, there was none,\nBut so was exchanged the warmth of the sun.\nAnd by the rays, and by the soil,\nThe plants had grown vast, with no signs of toil…\n\n\n…And yet, and yet, the meteor pounds,\nJust as it had on earlier grounds.\n\n\nBy ripples of heat, by springs of blaze,\nThere is a life form braving the maze.\nO but how lonely, how sad it must be,\nFor Cy’nobacteria, king of the sea.\n\n\nYes, he is alone, on land or on sea,\nOn towers of lava belching debris.\nIndeed, alone, in air or on rock,\nNot to be courted by even a hawk.\n\n\nThe terrain is exposed, the toxins are dense,\nYet even through this, he wants to make sense.\nFor even in lands absent of grove,\nThe sky still shines a radiant mauve.\n\n\nThe sun hangs bright, its rays descend,\nHe absorbs the beams, desiring to mend.\nThe rock is barren, but it has future,\nAnd through such fusion, his kin would suture.\n\n\n…And yet, and yet, it’s dismal to think\nWater had once been an alien drink.\n\n\nIn fields of ebony, in fields of gloom -\nNo traces of life, not even a bloom.\nNo pulsing of hearts, nor coursing of blood,\nMerely the chaos of Hades’ flood.\n\n\nThe hissing of comets, the bolting of light,\nStriking the ground with furious might.\nThe tides of lava, the oceans of red,\nThe bubbling of magma soon to be spread.\n\n\nThe skies of sulfur, the clouds of ash,\nEntangling the lands in hideous sash.\nAnd even beyond the clouds of bold -\nA spherical fire, a mem’ry of old…\n\n\nSuch lands of demise, such lands of dread,\nPerhaps it was here that Death was bred.\nIn lands of such woe, in lands of such hate,\nIt makes sense why Death can’t create.\n\n\n…And yet, and yet… the land here divides.\nFor in the comets, anima resides…",
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If I remember right, the inspiration for this poem came to me after learning of the Geologic Time Scale in, wouldn't you know it, Geology 101. Something about learning of the different eons and epochs throughout earth's history struck a cord with me, making me realize all the history and the life that has occurred on this planet. This poem is sort of homage to all of that - and to the understanding that though the earth may not have always been so hospitable, life always finds a way.
The poem is written largely in four lined stanzas with the rhyming scheme of AABB, with two lined stanzas separating every eon/period/epoch I cover. From first to last: Holocene, Jurassic, Devonian, Archaean, and at last, Hadean.
So, yeah. Enjoy if you read, or else just looks up some other furry art, I dunno. In any case, take care :3
***
Hadean
By Valsotic
***
On fields of life, on fields of greens,
A man ebbs, on passion he leans.
The man gazes, the man admires,
The scene, O how it inspires…
The songs of birds, the trickling of streams,
The napping of foxes absorbing sunbeams.
The humming of bees, the howling of gust,
The romance of squirrels together in trust.
The billows of clouds, the heavens of blue,
The oceans of grass enveloped in dew.
O how brilliant, O how bright,
The way the orbs reflect off light.
His bosom is warmed, his soul is absolved,
His spirit is true, his worries resolved.
His vision abates, he settles to rest.
Amongst the flowers, he consumes abreast.
…And yet, and yet, how soon he forgets:
Birds had once sung different sonnets.
In forests of moss, in forests of strife,
The raptors rejoice - by the prey’s life.
And so they gather, and so they devour,
‘Sauria, they know, is the true power.
For even in waters, in waters of haze,
Blood is shed much aft mosasaur’s gaze.
And even in skies, in skies of discord,
Quetzalcoatlus knows it is lord.
Amid the trees, amid the clouds,
Amid the waves: their presence enshrouds.
No matter the jungle, their tongues loll,
For they hold dominion over all.
Their paunches are filled, their kinship is pure,
Their strength is unmatched, their place is secure.
Their enzymes impel, they fall to repose,
They know they are of the ultimate prose.
…And yet, and yet, how they don’t know:
Fish had once been the stars of the show.
In oceans of fright, in oceans of hew,
The shark advances, his jaws are askew,
For amongst the sands, the fragments of lore,
The creatures roam lost, their natures implore.
The trilobite prowls, the sand is depart,
His patterns resemble a most curious art.
The ceph’lapod shuffles, his limbs ensnare,
The crustacean is caught, a fool to his lair.
Yet despite the tumult of waters so sore,
Tiktaalik is steadfast; she washes ashore,
And when gazing around, no longer oppressed,
She can’t help but picture the marvelous quest.
In terms of flotation, there was none,
But so was exchanged the warmth of the sun.
And by the rays, and by the soil,
The plants had grown vast, with no signs of toil…
…And yet, and yet, the meteor pounds,
Just as it had on earlier grounds.
By ripples of heat, by springs of blaze,
There is a life form braving the maze.
O but how lonely, how sad it must be,
For Cy’nobacteria, king of the sea.
Yes, he is alone, on land or on sea,
On towers of lava belching debris.
Indeed, alone, in air or on rock,
Not to be courted by even a hawk.
The terrain is exposed, the toxins are dense,
Yet even through this, he wants to make sense.
For even in lands absent of grove,
The sky still shines a radiant mauve.
The sun hangs bright, its rays descend,
He absorbs the beams, desiring to mend.
The rock is barren, but it has future,
And through such fusion, his kin would suture.
…And yet, and yet, it’s dismal to think
Water had once been an alien drink.
In fields of ebony, in fields of gloom -
No traces of life, not even a bloom.
No pulsing of hearts, nor coursing of blood,
Merely the chaos of Hades’ flood.
The hissing of comets, the bolting of light,
Striking the ground with furious might.
The tides of lava, the oceans of red,
The bubbling of magma soon to be spread.
The skies of sulfur, the clouds of ash,
Entangling the lands in hideous sash.
And even beyond the clouds of bold -
A spherical fire, a mem’ry of old…
Such lands of demise, such lands of dread,
Perhaps it was here that Death was bred.
In lands of such woe, in lands of such hate,
It makes sense why Death can’t create.
…And yet, and yet… the land here divides.
For in the comets, anima resides…",
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