- is 300 million years old
Written 20-22 January 2007 - (60 lines)
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Preserved in rock
Which stopped the clock
So the story could be told
The compound eye
Of the dragonfly
Is three hundred million years old
It looks just the same
As the one which came
So close to me yesterday
It hovered in the sun
And the inspection done
Went swiftly on its way
It seems that no feature
Of this elegant creature
Has changed during time's awesome span
That is truly amazing
Those high-tech eyes gazing
On this world so long before man
The battle-cry:
"Adapt or DIE!"
Is generally accepted
We are asked to believe
There is no reprieve
All is naturally selected
That the law is still
Get killed or kill
As the fight for survival rages
Yet the dragonfly
Refused to die
And flew on down through the ages
In size so close
They would superimpose
As if it had just defected
One locked in stone
One a free-flying drone
As if just resurrected
If experiment
Without intent
Through casual rolls of the dice
Had relevance
To life's advance
A few million years would suffice
This fragile thing
With its delicate wings
Has not behaved as expected
We can either delude
Ourselves or conclude
It arrived already perfected
The dragonfly
And its compound eye
Clearly did not evolve
Trusted so long
Could Darwin be wrong?
An issue here to resolve!
We ask in vain
Try to explain
And the subject is much debated
It seems to me
The answer must be
Simply: it was created!
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Copyright © 2007 - IBRAHEEM (O.E.H.Johansen) - All Rights Reserved
Written 20-22 January 2007 - (60 lines)
*
Preserved in rock
Which stopped the clock
So the story could be told
The compound eye
Of the dragonfly
Is three hundred million years old
It looks just the same
As the one which came
So close to me yesterday
It hovered in the sun
And the inspection done
Went swiftly on its way
It seems that no feature
Of this elegant creature
Has changed during time's awesome span
That is truly amazing
Those high-tech eyes gazing
On this world so long before man
The battle-cry:
"Adapt or DIE!"
Is generally accepted
We are asked to believe
There is no reprieve
All is naturally selected
That the law is still
Get killed or kill
As the fight for survival rages
Yet the dragonfly
Refused to die
And flew on down through the ages
In size so close
They would superimpose
As if it had just defected
One locked in stone
One a free-flying drone
As if just resurrected
If experiment
Without intent
Through casual rolls of the dice
Had relevance
To life's advance
A few million years would suffice
This fragile thing
With its delicate wings
Has not behaved as expected
We can either delude
Ourselves or conclude
It arrived already perfected
The dragonfly
And its compound eye
Clearly did not evolve
Trusted so long
Could Darwin be wrong?
An issue here to resolve!
We ask in vain
Try to explain
And the subject is much debated
It seems to me
The answer must be
Simply: it was created!
*
Copyright © 2007 - IBRAHEEM (O.E.H.Johansen) - All Rights Reserved
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