The Beginning

All is dark, So cold and vast. Unflawed, not a mark, Not even a past. The blackness is perfect; No trace of light. Then a sparkle, a shimmer, A flare in the night. The darkness retreats, From the beautiful light; Swift as the breeze, On a warm summer’s night. The points in the distance, Grow rapidly bright, And all of the heavens, Seem to smile at this sight. As the luminescence departs, On its wondrous flight, The stars shine and wink, With obvious delight. It stretches forever, Across the black sky; Not meaning to end. Not meaning to die. Then nine rocks are formed, Floating in space; After one another they go, In a never ending chase. Then life is formed, And nature grins; The Earth has been born, And so it begins.