Stephanie Dower - Creation

You are alone. Dreaming?
Standing on a dark dull land.
There is nothing
No light, no time.
There is no wind, no sound.
Nothing.
Then a breath.
Quiet and loud.
The light is blinding. A sun.
A feminine scream. Or a laugh?
The land blushes green and trees explode from beneath.
Mountains crash towards the sky.
The sky. With clouds rolling and tumbling.
Rolling like the hills. Lightning.
High above the furious sea.
A sound. Many. Voices both human and not.
A breath. A birth. A world.

Stephanie Dower

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