I have ancient eyes.
They see an unbroken chain.
From the first days of existence,
They see primordial soup.
Others are near,
But they are not friends.
An epic struggle has begun,
In an unforgiving world.
Death becomes a reality,
And life a treasure.
My ancient eyes,
Pass along this history.
Others struggle,
But we fight on.
My ancient eyes,
Have more to see.
Water dissipates,
And my eyes see land.
The journey continues,
As my eyes open wide.
Land proves to be vicious,
And the journey nearly ends.
The universe intervenes,
And the chain continues unbroken.
From the ashes my eyes rise,
And my body grows.
No longer are they dwarfed.
Now they see all.
by Cody McCullough
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Quite a great journey, of words!
The old beginning gives rise to the new beginning. Thank you for your comment on this poem. Truth be told, I believe this was the first poem of the “compilation” that I wrote. That, of course, makes it one of my favorites.