In ancient times, when earth was young,
Where primordials and nature sung,
A tribe in harmony, they thrived,
But nature's wrath, they soon contrived.
The world grew cold, the ice did spread,
Those who adapted, found warmth instead.
The unadaptable, in frost, did fall,
Luck played its hand, claiming near all.
Rains did pour, the rivers swelled,
Together they built, and higher they dwelled.
Quick to adapt, they found their way,
While others, in waters, were swept away.
The ground shook with tremors, the earth did quake,
Shelters they sought, for survival's sake.
The adaptable thrived in the caves they found,
But fate struck hard, many lives fell down.
The mountains erupted, the lava did flow,
Ash clouds soared high, and the fires did glow.
Those who fled with a quickened pace,
Survived the fire, found a safer place.
Like Adam and Eve, the last to stand,
In a new wilderness, they made their land.
They knew to adapt, or perish they might,
But for now, life was easy, no danger in sight.
Their children grew, in peace they played,
Unaware of the dangers, their parents had braved.
A reminder to all, who’ve lived long and wise,
Adapt or be trampled, entropy flies.
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