Ever since our Creator imparted the first, precious unheard whisper of life,

Forming man from dust and woman from his rib to be husband and wife,

Couples have loved, and from that love, new generations were given birth,

Increasing their number to dwell upon this magnificent orb we call Earth

Towering trees dress in green attire until brown, until their season ends,

But with each new season, their purpose driven cycle commences once again.

Rain falls, brilliant flowers bloom and each new generation gives chase

As sons and daughters are born and grow, ultimately taking their parents’ place.

Since the beginning of time, all of the generations of mothers and fathers

Have had the God-given responsibility to nurture their sons and daughters

So all the myriad generations of humankind could thrive and grow

In the seemingly endless cycles of life, going with life’s ebb and flow.

Continuing the eternal sequence of God’s plan, new generations ready for birth

With the breaking of each golden dawn, bright daylight or dark night on Earth.