An inquisition from all:   “Who or what was first?”   A sudden burst of black   that never could be searched?      A flash of light, of afterglow,    casts twisting light as white as snow.   Dust could gather, or mix if they’d rather,    and the illumination flows.      Forever in its spiral   of dust and gas galore   Gravity’s existence is   proven, but what for?      Perhaps to resurrect   this scene that’s so rehearsed.   The perfect blend of everything   which gravity coerced.      A gleam of faultless light   ignites the orbs above,   as sweltering as magma,    and as weightless as a dove.      And the sunlight shines   within the eye of God   when an insect bares its children.   A simplistic façade.      It veils it’s intelligence   to build a world to see.   It would span such a cycle   that would last endlessly.      For, from that bug would spew   Millions at its touch,    where birds would feast from them   and grow their own, as such.      When the sun would shed its tears   upon the barren earth,   to bring a single vine   that would enshroud the world’s girth.      That aforementioned cycle   would bring into play   millions of humans   growing more by the day      And from a solo seed   would sprout a thousand more   and leave civilization   at the step of our doors.      Cities and towns,    where problems would arise   with no real solution   for pollution in the skies.      When oceans split apart   to disconnect us all   which may have been to help,    but greatly brought our fall.      And the gunshots rang,   “Music to our ears.”   Though death was our destiny,    it was burned into our fears.      For differences unknown   to one another’s kind.   The dissonance of bullets   blasting morality blind.      So when descendants pass   by their ancestors graves   glancing at the horror   and the messes they had made.      From conflicts arisen,   but never truly solved.   Was it force of mankind?   Or the earth they had dissolved?      That the bug’s first try   simply went awry   at the fault of humanity   or so nature had implied.      As we thawed out the glaciers   and the cold that we abhor   till they hit they’re breaking point   and couldn’t take it anymore.      The smoke would disband   our last resort to life   and inferno would ignite   and release the sun’s strife.      And then the water claimed   the existence of the land   leaving those last humans   as a regular “Moses” again.      Till the last died away   and left the earth alone   to forget it’s creators   and the mistakes that they had sewn.      The sun began to swell   in size and in heat   to singe the remainder   of this world that once had peaked.      And in the eyes of that bug   from where it had began;   What once was the first   now, was the end.      An inquisition from all:   “Who or what was last?”   Was it the essence   of the world that long since passed?