A primordial relic, lungs and gills combined
The gills of ancestors, often dormant and still
Yield to the lung with a desperate will
The Lungfish survives in water and land of a kind
It presents the bridge that the ages have crossed
A “connecting link” in the universal nature’s trail
With primitive skeletal fins, lungs and heart
The fish presents a lineage rich and constant
When the riverbed forgets to flow and sing
To become cracked and dry like scorched wing
It so artfully weaves burrow, a silken home
To sleep for months underneath the dusty loam
Now this master of survival can have long wait
Through scorching drought and summer’s heat
Until the rain returns to make its ancient life bright
To breathe on the land that the water once lost.
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