"Colors in a kind of song."

[browngirl]

It's being a Monday. Here's a lovely poem from exceptindreams.



http://exceptindreams.livejournal.com/384557.html

"Origin"
Sarah Lindsay

The first cell felt no call to divide.
Fed on abundant salts and sun,
still thin, it simply spread,
rocking on water, clinging to stone,
a film of obliging strength.
Its endoplasmic reticulum
was a thing of incomparable curvaceous length;
its nucleus, Golgi apparatus, RNA
magnificent. With no incidence
of loneliness, inner conflict, or deceit,
no predator nor prey,
it had little to do but thrive,
draw back from any sharp heat
or bitterness, and change its pastel
colors in a kind of song.
We are descendants of the second cell.

Comments

[wordweaverlynn.livejournal.com]

That's lovely.

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

I love exceptindreams. *beams*

Also, Happy Birthday!

[hitchhiker.livejournal.com]

beautiful

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

This poem makes me glad all over of having studied biology. :)