It was predestined

Thirteen and a half billion years ago;

With a sprinkle of chance,

Is what made it glow.

A swirl of dust,

Light years away,

A source of wonder;

There is a first ray.

They are the future of our universe,

Of galaxies and light,

The shape of our cosmos,

Oh, let them burn bright.

A final thought before you go,

If not for them, we would not be here.

We are all connected by these heavenly wonders;

So do not fear.