I saw the birth of the universe
in a blink of an eye.
Primordial flames and disorder
dancing in the vastness of this
great nothingness.
I saw the birth of the stars,
the heavens,
the night lights.
Every pulse and roar
of the universe
resonates within me.
I saw the birth of the sun
whose near eternal flame
burns for us.
I saw the birth of the moon
that quelled the raging inferno
of its lover.
I saw the birth of the earth and the seas,
barren, broken, and empty.
I saw the birth of the living creatures,
that crawled, walked, ran, flew, swam,
and populated this once dead planet.
Lastly,
I saw the birth of man
whose genius intellect
have given birth to culture,
philosophy,
art,
war,
peace,
and many more in between.
Yet, even if I've seen these things,
I have yet to see the ragnarok.
I have yet to see the end.
I have yet to see the death of the universe.
I have yet to die.