Nature¿
The thing here is “Natural Selection”,
Some things must perish and some things must die.
Now you can see the new true perfection,
Mother-nature watches; “Totally Spies”.
The tale is “Survival of the Fittest”,
Transforming from a crow to an eagle.
All the environments are the tempest.
A lot in prequels, few in the sequel.
Now it’s evolution playing its part.
Much more advanced forms of those in the past,
Tradition is carried, like food in carts.
The new species’ regime is here at last!
Strong and perfect, tall as the green Daemon,
Behold! It’s Mother-nature’s creation.
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