Microbiology

Every inch has life.
Nowhere without the drive
Of breath to breathe.
And it was good.

Without legs they run,
Without wings they fly,
And without them we die.
And it was good

They speak languages unknown
To be concertedly coordinated,
Challenging what it means to be one.
And it was good

From them we learn the simple facts of life,
Make the food we eat,
And use it to give us life.
And it was good.

Yet one who once was friend is now enemy,
Bringing a total war
Of scorched earth and salted land.
And we ask, is it still good?

But it comes as no surprise,
That blessings whisper curses.
So never shall I say of life searching breath,
That it is not first good.