Before the world, a Question was raised,
An urge to create, a desire that blazed,
The answer was born in form,
A universe created, a marvel to adorn.
But the answer means nothing on its own,
The question alone, births every tone.
In its essence lies the power to create,
To bring forth existence from a blank slate.
For every star, every planet, every creature,
There was a question, a query to feature,
Let us not seek the answer,
In the question alone, shall bloom the purpose.
Mirval***
