so with words did light first burst upon the black

and song with woven threads of life cry out CREATE!

one golden voice a harmony in and of itself

a leading to the brilliant billion births

small shards of forever cast bright upon the chaos

listen hear the breath of breeze soft wind

invite one voice then two to join the ceaseless symphony

sing the world into being and let fly great hearts

then soar upon the ever lifting currents

to crescedo in the pure white wings of IT IS GOOD!