Evolution

While islands sink and mountains fade
 The present world is slowly shaped
 By laws of withering and change
 The fittest one will rise and stay
 Icy fields: an ermine in white
 Will avoid the falcon's eye
 While waiting hidden the clueless prey
 Only the heirs of the ones
 Holding the key to survival will grow
 The deer and wolf, whales
 Snakes slithering low
 The feathered bird riding the wind
 All found a place in the bounds of their world
 Gone with the fall of just one
 It all is so frail
 And when the tables will turn
 Will the white rose be saved or be killed by her thorns
 The final page will never come
 Endless chain of ephemeral ways of life
 In lands of green or deserts dry
 A different form shall win the fight
 While islands sink and mountains fade
 The fittest one will rise and stay
 When lands of green turn bare and dry
 The time has come to evolve or die
 The world is set aflame
 And now who's to survive
 The new rules of the game
 High trees leaving behind
 To stand on plains so wide
 A spear in the hand to hunt a prey
 Only the heirs of the ones
 Holding the key to survival will grow
 Out in the grass fields, on wuthering shores
 Beyond woods, high peaks and snow
 All the while changing to fit in their world
 Only one moment in time, a creature so frail
 Sitting by flames in winter nights
 Singing those tales of ages gone
 How life began, how mankind will fall
 In awe wondering what's beyond
 While islands sink and mountains rise
 The unfit form is left behind
 By laws of withering and change
 The present world is slowly shaped
 I'm a winner in the fight
 The fittest form in present times
 Bound to wither and delay
 The fall to come 'till I breathe