Life flows but quite like water:
It starts high as tiny a drop,
And meanders none the flatter;
It deeps and ebbs without a stop,
For so long as time permits;
And only stops at the bottom,
When the hardest of rocks it hits.
As the norm of nature dictates,
Water flows down the bay,
So does the evolution of life,
And its routine life of decay.
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