Adaptations of Humanity
Adjusting to Thrive in a Changing World
In every generation, humanity adapts,
To new challenges and ever-changing habitats.
We adjust our ways to survive and thrive,
To face the future and stay alive.
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From ancient times to modern days,
We've made adjustments in so many ways.
Our bodies and minds have learned to cope,
To the changing world that gives us hope.
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We've built new tools to tame the wild,
And harnessed nature to benefit our child.
Our cities and towns, our farms and fields,
Are monuments to the adaptions that yield.
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Through genetics, we've evolved to be strong,
And learned to live where we don't belong.
Our cultures blend, our knowledge expands,
To create a world that's truly grand.
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So let us keep adjusting, evolving, and growing,
To meet the challenges that keep us going.
For humanity's power is in our ability to adapt,
And thrive in a world that's always on the map.
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