In ages past, when time was young,
A question pondered, on tongues it hung.
Did God create the Universe’s expanse?
Or within the Universe, did God enhance?
We’re born, we live, and then we die,
Yet still, this question makes me sigh.
Did God weave the stars and skies above?
Or was God born of human love?
In this world, humans stand apart,
Complex, refined, a work of art.
Among creatures, they truly shine,
Understanding both theirs and thine.
But mysteries arise, unfurled,
How did the first know of this world?
What to eat and what to fear,
How to sow and when to shear?
From where comes the harvest’s yield?
How did they know, how to heal?
Discovering milk, wheat, and rice,
Their journey through nature’s paradise.
Here’s a hint, a tale unfolds,
For once, God too in human mould.
Now, let’s rewind to ages past,
Where the human story’s cast……..
