The universe was like a badland filled with rubbish.
There were the occasional treasure that lies undiscovered.
THEY looked through the cracks of the past, choosing seeds of memory.
...If a new life was to be born, its seed has to be dead.
Precious stones of pink, blue, and white were brought forth,
twinkling gently in THEIR seed plot,
even though the universe held onto its enigmatic silence.