Under whose microscope are we?
As we observe the amoeba
How did it all come to be?
Life seems a case of amnesia

A yell, a whistle, a shout, a scream
Hanks of hair, pieces of bone
Might have thought it was a dream
But I can see I am not alone

Organisms, creatures so strange
Living in a world of their own
Reveling in a noise they exchange
Or marveling over a stone

Choruses of grunts and groans
The phenomenon of sound
Laughter, barking, sighs and moans
The sounds of noise abound

Standing in lines, standing alone
Traveling across vast mud
In an environment that has grown
Many an old blooming bud

Infinities of varieties appear
Within each inch and mile
In these bodies, stuck in here
Stuck in time for awhile

Boils and warts and who knows?
The list of words goes on
Ankles and arms, feet and toes
With space to live upon

Oceanic birds and bumble bees
In flight through space of air
Men suck sap from humble trees
All rare and beyond compare

Within a species of prominence
Applauding fellow cells in design
Communicating a physical sense
Existence beyond does resign

Organisms from pole to pole
Humans claim superiority
Only animals at a waterhole
When they sit down to tea