Creation

This poem was written for my RP sim and for my story that I am currently writing! 



This I pray in your name

The earth, the moon and the stars

Let it all glorify you.


The tall mountains rise

Above the smoking clouds

From the ice to the grass below


Waters that reflect your beauty

Shimmering from the light above

Swirling around the lands like mist and majesty


Clouds that litter the tips

Wind that twirls around the trees

Circling and entwining all below


Taller and taller they grow

Responding to your call

A host of butterflies swarm near


Flowers too, forming and blooming

Colours never seen before

Bowing before opening wide


As if to magnify your name

Pure radiance built in front of my eyes

Lead by magnificence and hands unseen


Into the darkness bubbling

Like children we go

Conquering fear and fright

Facing our god in this tranquil site




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