Creation

Out of that primeval womb
Of molten magna
Steaming sea and churning lava
Midst Violent quakes, howling winds and rain
Earth cracked by dreadful freeze of ice
Then kneaded by water’s waves and moon driven tides
Baked in heat and light
Till what was dead to life first stirred
And all began.
A crucible, cooled at last released
Life cradled in its gentle warmth
seeking out its countless forms
Towering tree and fern and mushroom cap
Tangled climbing vines
Purple grapes and lemon sour
Crawling bug and jumping rabbit
And thinking man.