In the quiet cradle of the universe’s dawn,
Echoes of stars whispered secrets untold.
The canvas of night stretched vast and drawn,
As cosmic hands wove stories of gold.

A spark ignites in the heart of the void,
Breathing life into the silent abyss.
Celestial dances, a rhythm employed,
Crafting worlds with a gentle, ethereal kiss.

Mountains rise from the depths of the sea,
Rivers carve paths through the valleys of time.
In the dance of creation, wild and free,
Nature sings in a symphony sublime.

Beneath the stars, life begins its song,
In every heartbeat, a universe grows.
From nothingness, a world where we belong,
Creation’s tale in endless cycles flows.