Evolution

Can be a cruel thing.

Changing into something new,

Fluctuating between two sides,

I am the future.

I am the latest development,

Different,

Uncertain.

Others ostracize me,

As if I were garbage,

Trash,

Junk,

Waste.

But I am not.

I am the improved version of the others,

And I have different skills

That they do not possess.

Even if they cannot see it,

This much is true:

The wind is blowing,

Flowing,

Pointing,

To a new future.

A better future.

A different future.

And this future shall be spread out

Upon the world

As an evolution.

The world will be transformed.

Evolution will always continue,

And the Earth shall always fluctuate.