Growth, it is universal

There is no reversal 

Forms blend and change 

How we came, it’s strange 

From those old-timers 

Who lit the first fires

Warming their caves

To life’s current phase

Growth hasn’t stopped 

Our pace has dropped

The mind has stalled

With variety, it’s enthralled

As we grow out

Of questions and doubt

The growth then resumes

In infinite ways, it blooms