When God dreamed

When God dreamed nature into existence

Then poetry was born

But the aching soul of humans

Had yet to discover it

Then it was that a rainbow

Made the heart of someone soar

Giving them wings to fly again

After the most agonising of nights

Reminding them that often

Colour is birthed from deathly grey

And if God could speak

Then surely her hidden language

Would be

Poetry

For she left the secrets of life

Buried in each and every one of her creations

Just waiting for the poet

To reveal

Its awesome majesty