Sentience: Primordial Soup

It’s minus 6 Celsius and the sun is rising. The Fog is beginning to lift. First from the surface of the sea then the horizon. The resultant scene is like a primordial soup. Ripe for life forms to emerge. How I imagine the beginning of time may have appeared. I await such new life. Hoping it will bring a better human condition. Something, rather than intent of destruction of each other & the planet, cultivating something more enlightened. Something that respects balance, life and mutual respect. I still await that prospect.