“In The Beginning?”

“In The Beginning…….?”

The swirling spheres of white and blue
And green and silver, every hue.
All fighting gravity’s control
Upon a background, black as coal.

The orbs are moving, side to side,
With random patterns, some collide.
They’re flung by forces from beyond
And powerless, they must respond.

The globes are grouping, in array
To keep the wanderers at bay.
They form an aggregated mass
With hope that all disasters pass.

Within the universal ring,
Who knows what woes the forces bring?
Then suddenly, disaster strikes
With end results that no one likes.

A silver comet, aimed with care,
It causes chaos and despair.
With a Big Bang, the spheres disperse
Spread out across the universe.

Loud voices sound across the void,
One of defeat, one overjoyed.
The loser yields his globes in shame.
In this galactic marble game.



rhyme: aabb
meter: 8-8-8-8