A thousand golden arrows pour from the sun,
Beautiful in their effortless flight from light.
Twisting in the sky like graceful angels,
Heralding a splendour of unmatched quality.
The sound of unheard rapture echoes through the sky
As the molten gold drifts into a new form.
It manifests into life, into a human, blood warm.
It becomes something lovely, a thing delightful