Creation

Creation I touch the hearts of millions These millions become my children Such dependent little children they are Depending upon my heart To feed them emoitions For without my guiding thoughts They would be lifeless And would surely cease to exist But not only they do I create For these beautiful beings most have a home And thus as a loving creator I do give them a lush land Of trees of flowers of mountains and of trees Watching them thrive wild and free Yet all is not innocent For a random land with random people Would be highly unlikely So I grant them their jobs Creating events and towns Simply giving them life value And with a flourish of smiles The final touch is to create a rich plot Of the likes no one has thus seen While touching the hearts of millions These millions become my children Such dependent little children they are Depending on my heart To feed them freedon