Dear World,

 Dear World,

After the big bang and the loud voice,

The trees whispered

Before the sun beamed and the tables turned

The grass collected its’ first morning dew

When the water dropped and the stones skipped

The birds drowned and the fish flew

Soon the ground split, the clouds rose

And the air was filled with an unforgettable fragrance

The world was perfect…

                                                                                   After the dirt molded into a new beginning,

The animals were named, and the trees were cut,

The grass was grown, and the flowers bloomed,

The ground was dug, but the earth doesn’t care who digs it

Before the moon set and the sun rose,

The rivers wept, and the forests danced

When words were forgotten but memories lasted

Seasons, clocks, days, and time were created

Soon the people changed, and colors drifted from art

While the stones stacked, and the arrows pierced

The world was different…

                   After metal replaced clay and books were burnt,

Time became perspectives, and they were locked away

Before the sun’s green flash, and the sand’s relocation,

The valleys conversed with each other.

While the emptiness in the sky

Overlooked the insects who were thankful,

the rocks became damaged and so did my heart.

Thank you World, for opening my eyes when the sky was too dark.

Sincerely, C.J. Garcia