The Creation of All


Born of happiness and sorrow, she created her home, the earth.
Watching over her children, the lights, as the sky shined bright.
As her lights were blown out she cried and cried.
Flooding many parts of the world, her salty tears created the oceans.
Watching massacres she pounded her creation, creating disasters.
Crying after her breakdown she created the rains.
Then as she wiped her tears she made the rainbows.
Softly singing she created the breeze.
Screaming in anger she created the terrible winds.
That's the story of all.
The creation of all.

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