Creation
My Creation
I lie in the field of wildflowers, inhaling and watching the clouds drift by. Each breath I take is deep an easy, and I feel completely happy. Before my eyes, the breeze morphs the clouds and bends the flowers. Beauty, I think.
But who created it all? Who made the clouds so light that they could drift on the breeze? Who made the flowers strong enough to keep their roots when a calming draft blew by? Beyond that, who decided the clouds would rain or the flowers would smell? That grass would itch? That humans would walk upright?
I take my hand from the green stem and lay it upon my round stomach. I smile. I created something beautiful, too.
But who created it all? Who made the clouds so light that they could drift on the breeze? Who made the flowers strong enough to keep their roots when a calming draft blew by? Beyond that, who decided the clouds would rain or the flowers would smell? That grass would itch? That humans would walk upright?
I take my hand from the green stem and lay it upon my round stomach. I smile. I created something beautiful, too.
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So... she's pregnant if that's not clear. Hope it made you smile. ^_^