Dear nature stutters to a start,
and warmth fills in the cracks.
The heart no longer seeps with cold.
The core's no longer black.
So on a twirl of leaf and grass,
and other things that grow.
There came to life a living thing,
which melted all the frost and snow.
He rose upon a starlit night
and wandered with a stutter.
As trees gave bloom, and flowers sang.
Water flowed, mountains muttered.
All wilted things, each drew new breath,
and gloried in this sight.
A godly host. Powerful spirit.
And lit all things with natural light.
He fashioned bird, and crafted beast,
and said that it was good.
He hollowed out the very stars,
crafted every glade and wood.
Then in the last, he blew a breath,
and from the very sand.
A form with legs and arms there grew,
and this he labelled man.
