Genesis, With Flaws (Poetry)

The cell it sits like any bud
with a small flower at its heart
and waits for sun to shine and warm
thus prompt its chemicals to start

unfolding all it means to be
developing the blueprint taught
to every single living thing
that evolution blindly wrought

It grows in darkness — thrusting forth
unknowing of its use or kind
no power but obey the rules
of nature — some impartial mind

who set in motion long ago
the variations that exist
all those that replicate the same
plus rogues that hide a cruel twist

We crave perfection every time —
the spotless bloom, the healthy child
but life comes with no guarantee
and few will flourish undefiled