About the Space flew no Satellites,
So never could any fall to earth,
There was one who knew his origin,
Good over Evil, Light not Dark, No Slave but Free,
He Flew about with a Question,
Could he be the only of his kind,
He knew none like himself,
He decided to fall to earth,
The earth was bare, laid to waste,
First he made fire, a light to see,
He made a schedule set the time,
A time for suns and time for moons,
He made a home for himself far above.
A perfect place of light.
Filled with Joy and delight.
To share with those he should meet.
He then visited the sea shore,
Noted the difference of land and sea,
He planted a seed and grew a tree,
Vegetation around him sprang,
He looked up and saw the stars,
Twinkling and shining down,
He placed a disk, a moon,
To dance round his happy earth,
This moon pulled the seas,
He pulled a creature from the depths,
And admired its perfect nature,
Then above him sang a dove,
Out from the Trees sprang a deer,
Long and slender it bounced along,
Finally a Man he saw drawn in dirt,
He sat up and began to talk,
Looking about at all the Glory,
Above, Below, And all around,
He couldn't help but say,
"IT IS GOOD"