Speed thrills

The breeze had carried away the seed, tossed it in lands where stallions speed.
Thousands of seeds later was a sapling seen, to thrive and grow was its destiny keen. 

Time had watered and the luck was in favour, years before such fruits could a stallion savour. 

The nature likes changes steady and slow, such lives last long standing many a blow.

With great might does the sea rise, to gulp all the land at once, cheese to mice, 

only to recede and end up where it began, such is madness, chaos without a plan. 

Every marsh would sprout up in an year, such hasty changes, Mother Nature does not fear. 

The nature hates changes frenzy and fast, the faster the future, the lesser the past.

We wasted millennia to cover our skin in silk, to be alive on love, warmth and milk, 

and only in a century are reverting back, to shelters under rock and building a shack. 

We flew and communicated in air, and left the ground for heavens stair, 

five generations later we changed sand, into costing more than an acre of fertile land.

For we are changing faster by being smart, we will end up soon busy in our own art. 

For victory came like a lightning in the sky, wait to fear the thunder rumble, wait to cry. 

The human race shall end faster than we think, think before you wink, think before you blink, 

for tomorrow there will the earth be, but what about us, animals like you and me?