The swirling, superheated mists – A formless shape, an energy – In silence crossed the nothingness, Its negative identity To be transformed with passing time; Earth to be its name. This incandescent vapour cloud Wherein the germs of life are massed Has issued from the depths of time, The great explosion aeons past. And the heat began to dissipate, So Earth began to form. And first, there rose the boiling sea That hissed against the glowing land; The sulphurous, choking atmosphere That life could not withstand; And yet, from this inferno came Man... Man... The monster that creation made, The Human Being, now enlists The power of the Universe – Those swirling, superheated mists. For here, creation's only fault Its own destruction bought.