God

by Harshita Das aged 11

He created us, from the endless chasm
He made the crops grow, smooth on the ground
He made the clear blue water, on the beach
And the cuckoo, with its beautiful sound

He created endless beauty
From mountain peaks to salty springs
The enchanting and beautiful flowers
And so many more things

He made it so the birds could fly
He gave us the power of speech
He made the crow, cunning and clever
But obvious, from its screech

He made the heat and warmth of the Sun
And made it glow, in the sky
He made a silver, gleaming ball
And he placed them both, ever so high

He made the richness of the air
With purity and dedication
Then he breathed life to us
After he was done

He made us gain our strength
By making us find our water and food
And thereby I present to him
My endless gratitude

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