Life as we know it
Was first written in the language of stone
A single line cut into the earth
By a hand older than dawn
It speaks in symbols
In circles and fractures
In the slow patient grammar
Of mountains learning to rise
Life as we know it
Is the mark of a blade
Drawn across the surface of time
A sacred incision declaring
That existence has begun
It is the pillar that refuses to fall
The tablet no storm can erase
The rune that glows faintly
Even when the sun abandons the sky
Life as we know it
Is the echo of a hammer
Striking the heart of the world
Each blow a commandment
Each spark a prophecy
It is the law of becoming
Etched in deep
Unyielding lines
That all things break
All things mend
All things return
To the shape they were meant to hold
And in the end
Life as we know it
Is the final inscription
A quiet enduring truth
Carved into the dark
That we were here
That we mattered
That even the stone remembers