This world—

A holy creation,

A gift given,

A blessing passed.

In the beginning,

It was utterly beautiful.

Its skies reflected God's eyes,

Its soul, still utterly pure.

But, there was something else.

For this place we live in orbits,

From something indescribably beautiful,

To something completely wretched.

And one day,

When the stars crash and the skies fall,

It will all be gone,

And become beautiful once more.