In the Beginning

Our bodies are what we feed from earth living;
our genes are as a gift at birth, given.
Our memories form from free will choices;
our spirits glow warmth, loving voices.
Our maturity softens, acts forgiving;
our wealth weaves, of waves' oceans

Grinning. Spinning.

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