From the smallest of shrubs,
To the tallest of conifers
Has borne the wonders
Sometime unknown,but now, fun

Where many called God the Creator
But believe they are not his creation
They come to be in what is Evolution
Through the bangful whisper, the big bang notion

Where vice is the virtue of the vile
And truth has chosen a U-turn
Time continuous as the base of a cone
And manners now...