The Sky is a Mother

The Sky is a mother daily giving birth
to flora and fauna, mountains and rivers too.
At night they don't exist, for all is darkness,
Darkness suggestive of the pure blackness before the Big Bang.
At which point nothing existed.
Each night - it's as if the universe hasn't come into being.

But then Day dawns!
Like a woman giving birth,
Shapes, colors appear - as though for the first time.
Tree-covered mountains, animals and man -
It's as though they're coming into existence just now,
By way of the Sun, the life-giving organ of the Sky Mother.
Oh what a special - heavenly - vagina the Sun must be.
How fertile, profoundly prolific it clearly is!!
For each morning it gives birth once more
To the world and all that's in it.
MOTHERHOOD - that's the message of the morning Sun.