In times long ago
When the Earth was still new
And the seas had not formed
And the sky was not blue
And the bird did not sing
And the worm did not slither
And there were no plants
To bloom, grow, and wither

Life was raw as rock
If there was life at all
For how could there be life
On that huge, hot, smoking ball
Yes, how could there be life?
Without a mind to think
To put things in perspective
And rise above the stink

Somehow life did evolve
It grew, and changed anew
Into a vast menagerie
That swam, and ran, and flew
Could this happen without some planning?
This haunts me like a plague
Was life created, or spontaneous?
Which came first...
The Chicken or the Egg?