In the earliest of beginning,
As so many believed;
An immaculate creature danced
In the void less element.

In the advent of man,
As so many believed;
The creator made him of sand,
To love, live and never leave.

In the struggle to survive,
As so many believed,
We strive to make perfection of our living.
And detest the consorts of discomfort.

In the realm of Peace,
Not so many...