The human race has wandered now one million years upon the earth, of these I think you will allow at least some thousands were of worth. Though lately we have had to try and do things in a different way while never stopping to ask why our profits always fade away. In this five hundred we have learned to kill off everything that lives; and with this accolade we've earned we think we use what nature gives most cleverly, with smart intent, and so suppose, blinded by proof, that we are somehow eminent and have no thought for Nature's truth. The shark now swims the way he swam when first his species learned to swim and all of times strong calloused hands have done their best to polish him. Three hundred million years he's lived small changed and little changing while through the ocean's briny realms his many forms were ranging. The salty water's master killer he needs no fear of fish nor man but driven by his sweeping tiller hunts happy where e'er he can. But though he's ruled for eons long still he lives in harmony with all the creatures weak and strong that live beneath the sea. This fact perhaps might make us think before we claim we've won that we have been here but a blink, and the race is not yet done. When we've as long our candle burned then maybe we can claim that Human kind also has learned to win at Nature's game.