Dawning

First, there was nothing. Not even god.
Frustrated, the nothingness grew, the nothingness blew.
Big bang, big deal. Primeval atom, infinitesimal infant, infinitely intense, intensely hot, was full of hatred. When the nothingness blew, the hatred was shattered.

It’s dawning.

Force, a new entity, came into existence.
Rose to power, this force. The universe reverberated with incense. It seemed hatred had evaded its end, endured, survived, lasted, lived. However, with force also came change. And the universe will never be the same again.

It’s dawning.

Time passed by, undaunted.
Prime construction and nil destruction was the rule of the age. Hatred lay hidden in its deathbed of rage. Galaxies were parties of great reckoning in the beginning. But, as one becomes five and two fifty, royalty meets poverty.

It’s dawning.

Solar was a sole pod.
Soleil was the first god. He gave birth to 9. Now, only 8 remain, sibling rivalry unable to refrain. Initial fury was suppressed. After which some of the planets experienced parental warmth. One of them being the third.

It’s dawning.

Earth. An anagram for heart.
Worthy of her legacy. Fuming and bellowing mountains with red top. Endless seas of fire flirting with dirt and bog. These weren’t signs of anger, but of joy. She was happy because something astonishing was about to happen.

It’s dawning.

Life furnished with choice and purpose.
Light and dark were wedded thus. Replication sparked elation, a revolution called evolution. Kingdoms proper ever at peace, a race for world domination was never a question. Then one fine day, he came, he saw.

It’s dawning.

Discovery, invented, was imaginary.
Desire, the almighty key, resurrected hatred. Man embraced love and loved hate. Abundant was pollution, exploitation, population-explosion. Scant was reason, explanation. One small step for mankind, that was the last.