The Creator's Dream

The wind disturbed the slumbering waters
The day the oceans formed
When the Light Covered itself, with a blanket of holes
Into the night, the day transformed

From the ripened breasts of Mother Nature
Unto the hollows the nectar flowed
It hurried itself into the unfilled ways
The nectar as a whole the seas swallowed

The extremes of light and the depths of darkness
Were measured and on every inch, a color was formed
Dressing the horizon with its unique art
The marvel called Rainbow, the colors performed

Busy with so much to do,
Mother Nature left some tasks unfinished
The unfinished sculptures stood still and waiting,
as the Mountains, and the creation flourished

Tiny saplings spout up with a yawn
Stretching their little arms
The sky turned azure
To match the tender green charms

Everything was done
With an infant life’s scream
And the creation awakened,
From the creator’s Dream!