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The Gathering

Creator holding the world in her hands
children of the earth in the waking dream
living out their existence across the lands
time flowing always forward like a stream

I shall beautify their time, says the Creator
a mystical, magical plan she began to hatch
looking across the vastness of her theatre
gathering as many things as she could catch

The autumn leaves laying on the ground
bits of bright sunlight glinting off the water
so many colours of the flowers she found
the blackness from the hair of a daughter

The greens from the grasses of the field
white she collected from the frozen north
blues from the deep oceans so appealed
stirring all these together she brought forth

Thousands of butterflies gaining release
spreading across the world they did alight
flying far across the land and brining peace
the children of creation chorused with delight