<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div dir="auto" style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><font size="4" class="">Evolution </font><br class=""><br class=""><font size="4" class="">I guess we’ll acclimate.</font><br class=""><font size="4" class="">We’ll acclimate to heat, </font><br class=""><font size="4" class="">to rain, to thunderstorm and tornado</font><br class=""><font size="4" class="">to drought, to dying plants, </font><br class=""><font size="4" class="">and to the birds laying dead on land </font><br class=""><font size="4" class="">we said we’d treasure and protect.</font><br class=""><font size="4" class="">We’ll get acclimated to fear, to grief </font><br class=""><font size="4" class="">and to the helplessness that abides</font><br class=""><font size="4" class="">when everything else disappears.</font><br class=""><br class=""><font size="4" class="">I guess we’ll burn it to the ground, </font><br class=""><font size="4" class="">the whole miracle</font><br class=""><font size="4" class="">of what we’ve been given.</font><br class=""><font size="4" class="">And then, if life is true to form,</font><br class=""><font size="4" class="">Something will rise again</font><br class=""><font size="4" class="">from our ashes.</font><br class=""><br class=""><font size="4" class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Marti Watterman</font></div></body></html>