As the sculptor moved the creative hands

The five elements came out to play,

As soon as creation started its first day.

The Sun, the moon, the galaxies, and the stars,

Were all imbued with planetary powers.

Fire blazed across the universe,

Towards the Sun, the Moon and the Stars,

Like a blaze of fuel jetting out of cars.

Metal started to flow from rocks,

Like liquid flowing from a burning pot.

It was creation, a spectacle, and a treat,

With the raging firestorms and the heat.

There were metallic storms around,

With forces of meat flying around.

The dance of creation and destruction,

Was playing to a celestial orchestra,

Planets and stars form every passing hour.

The five elements came out to play,

Once Creation set out the rules of the day.

Clumps of Earth were coming together,

Fusing, bonding in the stormy weather.

The Earth was forming planets and stars,

With the creative energies bestowed from high,

The Earth formed its mountains close to the sky.

Ridges, plains, continents, and valleys formed,

As the sculptor moved its creative hands,

Forming worlds as part of the celestial plans.

The five elements came out to play,

Once Creation set out the rules of the day.

The trees were formed from the Earth,

The guardians of the planet were given birth.

The forces of the universe were at play,

Giving them tools of creation in wood and clay.

The wood of the trees had a purpose it is true,

The trees provided food, shelter, and fuel,

To be chiseled and carved into every tool.

The five elements came out to play,

Once Creation set out the rules of the day.

The creative waters of life were poured,

Over a thirsty and newborn Earth.

The waters playfully moved across the planet,

To wash away the wounds of cosmic forces,

To heal the scars of a violent birth.

The waters were calm, raging, and cold,

Quenching thirst, nourishing and bold.

The five elements came out to play,

Once Creation set out the rules of the day.