The Eye of Man peers deep into the vast Heavens, back into Time itself, to see all the wonder that hath been wrought!
The very Fires of Creation still burn brightly,
A turmoil of Birth and Death

Yet perhaps, in a rare moment, just by chance...
Perhaps we may Glimpse the Angles for but a brief moment.

And the ever present Watcher looks upon Creation
Tis Wondrous Indeed

The Glory that is the Rose
How can Ye Mere Mortals Doubt
The Eternal Beauty that is Creation