Poetic Bloomings has asked for a seed poem – ie where we take the first line from someone else’s poem and continue with our own words.
I’ve been working on this off and on all day, and it’s still over-simplistic. My first line comes from Shakespeare’s Sonnet 15, so I stuck with the Shakespearean sonnet form.
When I consider every thing that grows,
in kingdoms, classes, order, family, genus,
and species diverse, too various to know,
that interlock in independent ethos,
I wonder at the being that conceived
of such a complex program for creation.
It brings reluctance in me to believe
in random chance: beyond my expectation.
Darwin thought of it as evolution,
development of habitat and climate
but he missed the ultimate solution
of what produced a human from a primate.
He failed to answer how it all began,
this world of ours that is so very grand.