History of Time

I don’t know how the world all began

If first, there was “poof” and second, was man.

Perhaps at all, we weren’t to understand,

Why a God  made us in the palm of his hand.

Maybe we started as mere twinkling lights

Floating astray in the astronomical night.

Until finally, two came together, made fire.

Creating our bodies and human desire.

The seas might be of the tears we cried                                     

When the sun above made the moon his bride.

The skies of laughter; winds of breath

All which we gave till our untimely death.