CREATION ART

This is a conversational creation poem: In the expanse of time-breathing space, his two beings came together on the brink of death.

"Who are you?

" asked the First One, a voice in the void, a force of nature whose true nature has not yet been revealed.

"I am a creation," the second person answered calmly.

An air-like existence, an invisible universe.

They spoke in whispers that stirred up cosmic dust, creating dialogue as creation progressed.

“Why do you make it?

” The first thing I thought out of curiosity.

"To fill in the blanks," Creation sighed.

"Stars and galaxies dance at my command, and life and matter arose from my hands.

" The first man, the cosmic wanderer, asked forcefully: "But what is the purpose?

Creation mused: "Purpose unfolds in every design, in the rhythm of galaxies, in the beat of time.

" Galaxies in a cosmic ballet.

As the whirlpool swirled, they conversed, A cosmic scene painted by the breath of creation.

“Nonetheless, challenges arise,” said the first anxiously, “What lessons do we learn in the process of creation?

” “Chaos and order; In the ebb and flow, existence finds meaning and wisdom begins to grow.

Creation unfolds, a symphony of birth takes place, stars ignite, and planets find their worth.

But , a mysterious conflict between creation and chaos arose in the tapestry of the universe.

``Is conflict inevitable?

'' asked the cosmic explorer.

``Can you find the narrator in the dance of creation?

'' Creation nodded.

``Amid conflict, evolution weaves, New life is born from destruction.

'' Dialogue weaves the fabric of the universe, Creation, chaos, and eternal embrace.

In its aftermath, the breath of creation breathed a sigh, and life's journey unfolded, reaching toward the sky.

And so the conversation echoed in the space dome, the poem of creation, the eternal book of the universe.