Creation: A Poem

I am a seed, ready to burst forth and be seen.

I am a child, growing and learning.

I am the spring, open to new possibilities.

The earth is open wide; it can hold us.

Creation is a blossom, it is force, it is care.

Creation is wild, chaotic, and knows its own path.

Creation has no limits, the power unfolding.

In time, we see just a sliver of her work.

We see only the surface,

her true nature is within her.

-Kelly Ann Street