Somewhere in time, the world was never.
No one loved, cried, or smiled
for we never existed.
No one had a mother, brother, or sister.
Gravity was ancient,
like the mountains and skies.
Only the angels were the wiser.
I bare myself to you.
The Maker of earth and air.
The one who created me and moonlit pastures.
For you are all, the very presence,
of nature, time and laughter.