Once upon a time long ago there was Nothing.
Then, suddenly, ex nihilo, SOMETHING!
A lot of something in a small space/time
Which expanded with a loud Word.

The Word flowed , with time, outward,
Weaving elements in the snarls of fire
And playing with all types of matter.
(we call these fabrics “stars” and “planets”)

Into some weavings it whispered life
And the desire to outlast time.
But the flood of time exhausted life
And it felt the need to renew.

Elements were joined into new life
Which was directed by an awaking consciousness.
As a flower turns into a seed,
The consciousness ripened and needed to be sowed.

As a seedpod imprisons the seed
So a planet was also limited.
The storms could not reach high enough,
Nor even mighty volcanoes.

So the Word formed into thought,
And thought into knowledge.
And knowledge sought the fruit of the tree of life.
And found it.

We call it a poem