By Pollina Chistyakova
A whisper lies deep below the earth’s ground
A slow stream glides along the endless road having no set end
Flowers dance quietly in the wind, swaying from side to side
It is dark, but a light, visible on the horizon,
slowly peeks its way through the ground
Water gushes between hills,
splashing against the enormous rocks
Hoot Hoot
An owl screeches in the distance before going to rest
A small shadow starts to sight on the sand shore
Sounds of animals’ feet begin to make themselves heard
far in the deep forest
While the sun quietly rises at the heart of the earth
The ground begins to warm as rays of sunshine hit the soil
It is morning and everything has awakened
The beautiful creation of God, formed and ubiquitous