A single strain split light and dark
Then harmony arose
And earth and land developed to
To waters interpose
New strains and counterpoints express
More planets, stars, and moons
While special care has been reserved
For sounds of the bassoon
Deep timbres boom to fill the depths
Of seas and ocean’s deep abyss
With mail-clad soldiers of the depth
Patrolling with a gliss
The land is full of plants and reeds
Then something starts to hoot
While whistling in the deep grass
Is faintly heard the lute
But last of all, in choruses
Beyond what angels knew
There is a man made from the dust
Now lying in the dew
And he, though young, can still create
Compose and play his part
Along with woman companion
They join within the art
forgive any mistakes in the order of creation, pretty please