Looking from high above, the current is towards decay.
Coming a little closer, the norm is to surrender.
Zooming yet a little further, organisms are visible,
with their tongues out, and their hands flapping next to their ears.
Coming closer so we can hear, they laugh in face of their fears.
They know they will die, but continue to breed.
They know they will loose, but refuse to let decay get its way.
And I'm thinking, blessed are those, who are close enough to hear;
and doomed, those who are far away, and only witness the fray.