From the rock of ages,
to the sands of time.
Theologists and Geologists,
cannot find a rhyme.
let's calculate this,
and let's pray for light.
To open our eyes with cohesive sight.
Let's look past evolving with time.
Let's look past the intelligent design,
let's look in the cradles,
not in the tombs.
Let's kiss all the mothers,
and worship their wombs.
There's no need for searching,
for beginning nor end.
They'll still be looking,
if you come back Again!
