Teardrop Creations – Day Thirteen

Teardrop creations,
That is what we are called.
We were created
By our Mother of All.
 
She was so Lonely,
Our Mother of All,
She called out for others,
But none answered Her Call.
 
Tears welled up in her eyes,
She sobbed out her heart,
Begging others with cries
To come and stay with Her.
 
When tears fell from her cheeks
They splattered on the ground
And grew up and up,
Until she was surrounded all around.
 
Different things sprung up
And with a tremulous smile,
The Mother of All
Found Her worthwhile.

Written as my offering for today’s NaPoWriMo Prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/lucky-thirteen/

Also, this is sort of an homage to a universe that I’ve been writing in since grade school. It’s a partially finished work that I have worked off and on through for over a decade and a half at least. I’ve known how it was to end almost since the beginning, it’s getting to the ending that has always been a bit of a problem. The most interesting thing about this story is that it was something that I inherited from a friend and is in no way shape or form a fanfiction. Someday I hope to finished this particular story.

Art is Created

The world around me
so intricate and pure.
I wonder how it was made?
 
The laws of science
the theories that we research,
Is this how it all began?
 
Something so simple
And yet so complex,
Surely this is not an accident?
 
There is too much in it,
Too much math and design.
Something so beautiful,
A work of art so divine.
 
Divine, yes that is it.
 
This world and this sky
And all that lies between and beyond
Must have been created
By One from on high.