Our lineage is difficult to trace to where we are
No records exist beyond the rays of a star

Their dress was skins of many animals
Folklore says some may have been cannibals

Their Gods were Sun's rays by day and the glow of the Moon by night
Not being accustomed to the terms Holy or right

Chiseling their shelter high in the cliffs of mountains
Always in search of overflowing fountains

Gorging their stomachs with the food of animals  that wandered by
Nature kept them alive. They did not know the word die

The only pleasurable feeling they had was the warmth of their skin
The warm rains, the golden rays of the sun beaming in

They had little emotion for life. Only relying on their existence 
They had no conception of time or distance. 

They knew a strange feeling we call love
They felt it flow from the mountains above 

Their sighs and groans from deep within
They only knew the pleasure derived from their skin

If it weren't for our ancestors
there would be no you and me
It's not by luck we find ourselves evolving through eternity 

January 9, 2023
Mark Waldrop