In the beginning, there was a silent void,
A canvas blank, with dreams employed.
The whispers of creation began to sing,
And from nothingness, life did spring.

Stars ignited with fervent gleams,
Painting the cosmos with their beams.
Galaxies spun in a cosmic dance,
Giving birth to a world of chance.

Oceans roared and mountains rose,
Valleys deep where rivers chose.
Flora flourished, fauna thrived,
In this world where all arrived.

Man awoke, with dreams to weave,
With hands that build and hearts that believe.
The symphony of creation, ever grand,
Continues with each touch of human hand.