A story of the future past I do tell,
One which speak of no heaven and of no hell,
It shouts out to all creation in its name,
Although it does not ask for its own fame.
But if truth be all that I may speak,
A listener should pay attention to every tweak.
Now if you would let me just begin,
I shall tell a story that leads within.
From the ash of stars we are made,
And that we are until we fade,
A fiery catastrophe of another from which we came,
A hidden story that we may never name,
And within the sea of lights we see before us,
We find no guidance, we find no compass.
Until a single power formed together,
It affects all things, even feathers.
It gathered all the matter within dark space,
And smashed it all into a single place.
From this there was a great explosion,
Which in turn caused a gentle fusion.
The universe then spread its wings,
And launched them forth to create new things.
Planets, and Stars thy formed in sync,
From many elements including zinc.
Colossal giants of gas and light,
Those are Suns great and bright.
And from the fragments that drift around,
Formed the planets strong and round.
And as a single rock one started,
And the depths of space it charted,
Being pulled towards a center point,
A young sun formed within a universal joint.
This rock is collided with other matter as it traveled,
Taking in large and small, from Boulder to gravel.
From this created a magnetic power,
Giving balance to the unknown tower.