Prokaryotae

We cannot see its life while in disguise,

As it moves beneath the great wide window

Of life, like whispering shadows below;

Silently it moves, under the guise

Of swiftly flowing water, once unwise,

But now containing the bright spark we know;

From the spark we all sprang, to thrive and grow;

Layers of complexly woven thread dyes

Cellular tapestries became clearer;

Eons passed, while they remained yet unknowing,

Inside Earth's fiery interior,

Then, in a sudden glorious starburst,

They burst forth slow, evolving and growing,

Becoming what we see in the mirror.