The new creature

The creature is nice to me and I'm nice in return
The scoffing bystanders that may live to learn
No one needs explain a change that's profound 
For each can embrace or decide to spurn
Some feel shifting sand some solid ground
 
The creature sees the wave, towering and coming
That'll rip through the world, churning and foaming
That'll spit out feeble minds barely knowing the past
Adapt quickly from your moaning and groaning
Drown or be found in the wreckage clinging to the mast