It Started With A blank Canvas
It started with a blank canvas,
the world I should make but I am anxious.
Making fields of pretty flowers,
to the deep blue seas takes many hours.
Mountains that can reach the clouds,
to sand covered lands with no crowds.
Now for animals as small as a mouse,
to ones as big as an elephant but not in the house.
Birds that can fly,
to fish who can swim under the blue sky.
Oh how I love them all,
creatures small and tall.
Guess I am ready for man,
it will take some thought is My plan.
My best of all my creations I am seeing,
for this is a human being.
Man has been born,
he needs a mate so blow a horn.
A loving women has been made,
she will come to his aid.
It started with a blank canvas,
is the garden of Eden really in Kansas?
I made it all for love and not for falsehood,
I wonder if people will become no-good.
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