The Creator

She looked up the steep mountainside and saw
The world she created
With her bare hands

The feathers on the wings on the birds she molded
Flying and gleaming through the sky

The wildflowers spiraling up the mountainside
Purple and white blossoms
Each petal hand-crafted with care

Even the mountain itself
Her biggest project

The creator of the mountains
And of the birds
And of the wildflowers
And of life
Of nature
Of adventure
Of peace
Looked over her work and smiled contently
She was the creator
She was as big as the mountain itself
As tiny as the buds growing on the stems
As high-flying as the birds in the sky
As grounded as the few stems of grass peeking up through the ground
She was as loud as the cawing of the crows
As silent as the whisper of a breeze
She was the creator