Before any comprehension existed,
and before space-time was twisted.
All was small,
all was quiet.
All at once, came a boom
like a flower that just bloomed.
Life was born from inconceivable measures
Seasons come and go…
You might say, God has many treasures.
But, who would know?
Time flew by,
The flower grew up.
Time developed just like a flower
A flower is beautiful,
Time is forever;
May we all experience the everlasting beauty of life…