Sorry to say its me.

@Fernapple It's very nice.

@Flowerwall Thank you.

@Fernapple You are not an atheist, correct? It would seem certain that the author of this poem believed in God.

@Flowerwall Not at all that was not the meaning, perhaps it is not as plain as it should be. The point of the poem is about what we owe to evolution, not a creator. Especially how instincts for appreciation and a concept of beauty, pleasure and happiness are gifted to us as a result of all the creatures before who died or lived, because their instincts told them to go the wrong way or the right.

Imagine a young creature out wandering alone for the first time having left the nest, in search of a home, it stands on a hill top and looking out it sees two valleys, does it go to left or right ? Being an uneducated animal, it chooses which way to go, based only on which valley seems most beautiful to it. And over the years, every one of our millions of ancestors, must have made dozens of such choices. And every such choice would have been rewarded or punished by natural selection, with longer life and more breeding success, or poor breeding and earlier death, each therefore affecting our DNA, gradually refining our emotions and instincts. So that now we only have ideas such as beauty, which is our instinctive feeling for goodness, because of the pains and deaths of all those before us.

@Fernapple I understand how you meant it now.