From the cosmic dance of stars,
To the swirling mists of time,
Life began its humble spark,
In the cradle of the prime.

Through the epochs long and vast,
Creatures rose and then they fell,
Each adapting to the past,
In nature’s endless carousel.

Minds awakened, hearts did beat,
Hands that shaped and eyes that see,
From the oceans to the street,
Evolution set them free.

Now we stand on wisdom’s brink,
With the power to create,
From the ancient past we think,
To the future we await.