Survival Of The Fittest Poem by Jessie Clarete Bernabe Cadsawan

I saw some images formed in shape
Birds flying high up, up and away the sky
But a sound of a shut the biggest fell down
Birds flew away, some stayed and some gone.

Down, forest animals are running fast
Each one trying to save their lives
No directions, where to go to survive
Poor young ones confused left behind.

To the air another blew of he hard wind
Destroying the leaves, flowers and twigs
Some seedlings to sprout gone wrecked
Only roots and trunk, nothing was left.

After the shut, the roaring and the wind
A lonely scene was visioned so clear
That it was disaster of all levels to be
A loss a failure, be it natural or man made.

But after sometime the leaves begun to grow
In they sky, the birds that fly, their songs yet hum
Forest beasts still there to run and roam around
They learn by themselves to gain to multiply

I see in then a vision of human life
A struggle for survival we must fight
Creations of God of less knowledge than us
They showed courage and strength to be alive.

In the midst of my illusions I see
That we must be as strong as them
During our loss we must be brave
For what was left should lead the quest.

The game of life here on earth
The stronger wins the weaker fails
Bravery and determination must be the link
Then you go for the game, survival of the fittest.

(July 23,2009 8: 00 am Philippines)