MIST

Mist rises, hovering over new creation.

Creatures greet the light with movement and sound.
Foliage blooms with color and fragrance.
Coolness caresses the skin.

Life is obscured by the cloud,
but never from its Creator.
He sees what none other can, or ever will.

Trust. Surrender.

Wind moves the vapor.
Spirit’s breath stirs what cannot hide,
revealing the first movements of generations.

Behold, life begins.
Humanity breathes in wonder.