Few Gems In Tons of Words

The classic said - " Work of a poet is like work of a miner. Trying to find few gems of precious lines digging through tons of words." In the beginning was a Word. The Bible tells us dry and short. Thus, we were shocked by simple fact That intellect gave us the Blast. The world grew up. The Souls were playing. But they got bored by only praying. So, step by step new world was born, The training ground for us all. In this "sandbox" each one is special. No reading minds - Express your message. So, Word was born again from silence. Far from the Source, but still - not minor. Inspired by new imitation The skies were filled with declarations, The prayers, stories, facts and stuff But mostly filled with nonsense crap. The Angels who, besides the Mighty, Were overwelmed and stopped shine brightly. But then, they blossomed singing songs With lyrics, poems, rhymes and all. The lyrics, poetry and rhymes Were moving nations up and wide. But to discover few good lines We need to dig through tons sometimes. That challenge - digging rare "gems" From tons of words like mud so dense, Gives me content and peace inside When Angels sing songs with my rhymes ;)