The Birth of the Dawn
Poem
I was born from the white-hot womb of a star, a great and fiery furnace in the endless night, feeding on dust and supernovas.
I was born from the red light of a dying sun, from an enormous nebula, an interstellar cloud of dust and gases.
In the blue light of distant galaxies, the cosmos beyond counting, there is space, time, stars, planets…and us.
We are made of starlight.
