From Nothing Comes Nothing Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Empty space, a hollow sound,
Nothing there, on any ground.
From nothing, nothing can appear,
A simple truth, crystal clear.

The Big Bang bursts, a fiery start,
But not from nothing, set apart.
From something small, incredibly tight,
It grew to stars, in endless night.

No empty void, before the Bang,
Just something else, a different gang
Of rules and forms, we can't quite see,
A mystery, eternally.

Perhaps a God, with guiding hand,
Made laws that shaped the shifting sand.
Or maybe just, a cosmic hum,
A universe, forever to become.

The universe, a bursting bloom,
From what it was, to endless room.
Not nothing then, now something grand,
Expanding still, by unseen command.

The truth is deep, beyond our grasp,
A universe, in endless clasp.
From nothing, nothing truly grows,
But something changes, as it goes.

T.M.Solvang