In the beginning when the earth was young , and the spirit of God was heavy upon the skies . The colors of heaven came upon my head , such grace was astonishing ! As if magic was upon the stars they gathered and sang , they swung themselves across the dark purple skies showing the Lords glory . The people stood in awe at such beauty, how can the eye grasp everything and nothing ? We need to store it away in our hearts , so many more can see what we see .
In the end such beauty was only in stories , written only in the heart of things .