In silence vast, where nothing stirred,
No breath, no flame, no voice was heard—
The void lay still, a sleeping sea,
Until the birth of energy.

A spark ignites—a blinding start,
From chaos, stars are torn apart.
In stellar wombs, the elements born,
From fire, from ice, from cosmic storm.

The galaxies in spiral dance,
By gravity and fate’s romance.
A pale blue dot begins to spin,
And life’s long tale is tucked within.

The oceans swell with primal heat,
Where lightning's kiss and chemicals meet.
In shadowed pools, life lifts its head,
A single cell that stirs the dead.

Through ages slow, the world takes shape,
From fins to wings, from ape to ape.
The forests rise, the deserts spread,
The ice retreats, then comes again.

With fire and tools, the humans rise,
They shape the world, they reach the skies.
They carve in stone, they write in light,
They dream in code, they launch the night.

But with each step, the question grows—
From where we came, and where we go?
The stars still burn, the oceans call,
And time still watches over all.

So here we stand, both beast and sage,
A fleeting spark on nature’s stage.
The world evolved, and so must we—
To guard, to grow, to let life be.