The hand that formed, the seed that grew, A cosmic dance, a wondrous view. Was it nature’s law, or a god unseen, That sparked the life where none had been? Within our hearts, a flame resides, A conscious spark that never hides. A gift of thought, a gift of will, To rise and question, or stand still. Yet gifts unused will fade away, A squandered light, a wasted day. The choice is ours, the path unwinds, To seek, to shape, to free our minds. So rise and act, let reason lead, With every thought, a vital seed. For what’s within was meant to grow, A beacon bright for all to know.
