Millions Of Forms Poem by Patti Masterman

millions of forms flower from darkness,
populating a planet's crust;
all the seeds of space borne travelers
taking on the shapes they must.

looking for that perfect timestamp,
where the eco-systems right,
there at last to fulfil eons
traveling toward the stellar light.

like magic they will find the niche,
where their own kind flourish; grow
and man himself the child of historys
that no one will ever know.