Perpetual Motion

Perpetual Motion

There is an engine of carbon
A biological machine
The biggest power house ever
On this very planet
Bigger than anything
Even the stuff
Dreams are made of
Running four billion plus years
Best damn example
Of a perpetual motion machine

The microbes use to wait
For winds and floods
To move them to new areas
Where new types of nutrients
And the newest of drugs
If the flood or winds
Never went to some areas
Then chances were good
It would take millions of years
Just to get out there

We come to the rescue
Time machine to the future
The mighty transport system
That people have built
Moves microbes and nutrients
Along with the cargo
We all use the same highways
The microbes and us

If the microbes can't get
To the new locations they seek
The nutrients can sometimes
Be brought to their feet
As people and machines
Have become the mules
And pack horses
Of the single celled world
Happy trails to all
And to all a good night

Everything we make
Thrown away eventually
Starting when it's made
The bread sticks and crumbs
The heavenly trail
Everything in earth
That is removed is returned
Slowly or quickly
Makes no difference to me
All this is microbial food
And nothing more

Millions of exotic chemicals
Thrown to the dirt
They eat it up hungrily
Day after day
The dirt that they make
So good to us
Can become poison
Would we ever know