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Once the Earth was young

Birthed three children, Land, Air and Ocean

When Land grew he took the name Pangaea

He was alone

His brother Ocean screamed storms

His sister Air blew fleeting

He created a world to keep him sane

Created plants and trees but they were too quiet

So created animals that ran and hunted

Life was a circle balanced from molten core

A magnetic movement of instinctual momentum

Forests from his mind, species from his mouth

The evolving creature lives by the word of the weather

The separation of space a condition of perception

The speck of this planet in transient vibration

Elaborate mutations in the essence of beast

The imagined projection of survival’s design

The animals do grow and change

A million years become a new

Finally Pangaea is not alone