They look like you,

They look like me.

The difference is,

How they came to be.

Some say life

Began as specks.

Evolving bacterium,

Not done yet.

Then we have

Creationists view.

Man and woman,

Life anew. 

Which ever way

 You believe.

Now be told,

Of the NUNNEY Men’s tree.

What they are,

Goes further back.

An energy born,

In chaos and black.

Here before,

Life had a form.

Negative power,

Calling Earth, 

It’s home.

Ancient, 

Old.

When man first walked.

Cleaver and Jealous.

Trapped here,

‘Til last.

Their energy,

Close.

To what we call,

Our Soul.

Nunney Men,

Covets. 

Our ability,

To go home.

Christian, 

Atheist.

Scientist,

Me.

Have ability,

To let go.

Leave here. 

Be free.

They tried at first,

Staged an attack.

Terrifying man.

In the night.

In the black.

Hoping the horror,

Would force man away.

That our Souls would leave,

Find another world to play.

Souls of man,

Where Cleaver.

Smarter.

Gave the form

Fire.

Making night,

Lighter.

In the comfort,

Of the orange

Yellow glow.

Courage of man,

Began to grow.

The Nunney needed

Another way.

To animal life

Their forms

To sway.

Now before,

You think you know.

Of the animal life,

The Nunney Men grow.

First it must be

Understood.

In the darkest Night,

The world has a foot.

Natural beings,

That shies from light.

Avoids man,

Avoids his sight.

Creatures horrible,

Some misunderstood.

That thrive today,

Under darkness hood.

They were not,

What Nunney

Sought out.

But small gentle life,

That’s birth was about.

Nunney knew,

What the Soul

Had done.

Entering a form,

Before life begun.

Repeatedly they tried.

Repeatedly they failed.

Their power too strong,

The bodies too frail.

Close to deciding,

Accept their fate.

In the sky above,

Discovered a gate.

Every life,

Meant to be.

Travels the heaven,

Dives down with glee.

Every Soul,

Leaving a trail.

Of where its been.

And heading as well.

Nunney watched,

Excited glee.

The race began.

To life.

To be.

Nunney learned early,

Of the Souls decision.

To either come quickly,

Or later with reason.

The form itself,

Sent out a pulse.

When it was ready,

For a Soul to come about.

Too impatient,

To sit and wait.

The Nunney first tried,

To push the date.

The life would turn off.

The body reject it.

Nunney felt pain.