Creation's Bloom

In the misty darkness, the void wept.
Amidst the deluge bulged the bud of creation.
Chaos sought to engulf the bloom,
its flames lapping against the leaves, yet,
could not overwhelm the waters.

Came a voice, and
Nature forced herself upon the void,
the bursting bloom pouring forth in
fire and ice, greening and seas,
each petal a new layer of power
spreading upon the face of
eternal garden:

With a bang, time began,
the seasons a metronome of life,
in the celestial dance of
Creation's Bloom.

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