The First Flower or Night and Day

A legendary way about how day and night may have been created and how the first flower came to be.

When Dawn brushed her fingers across the sky,

hence Apollo paints.

And the gay birds begin to bade.

You may see a single cloud,

scampering across, 

yet it may lonely linger.

Or a cluster of God’s cotton fleece.

You know the sun’s horses are coming,

galloping with each creatures inhale.

their manes tossing,

the hooves vibrating,

their essence streaking pink.

Orange. Red. Blue.

Then the Gods lay the dew.

Casting a fresh vapor,

renewing the dry beings,

dampening the grounds.

washing each leaflet.

Then the does’ raise their heads,

the wolves’ eyes gleam in the morning light.

The dove turns her lovely head.

The water stirs not!

Hark! it waits,

the toads best not croak.

She steps, one bare foot,

came the fairy,

with cerulean hair,  carried by the wind.

The rabbits raise their noses.

Heaven painted opaque, her blue wings, hence they

kiss the breeze, good morning.

She brushes her hand down her long hair,

and there laid in her palm was a violet lilac.

Single, fresh, and beautiful.

The animals knew and watched,

she placed the flower in the water.

And pulled back her hair.

Then the single flower, held so strong,

 all the while knew it’s morning gone,

as it glided tranquilly across the pond,

the animals gazed in awe.

The Gods shouted in praise,

it lived to see morning to day,

and when night had come to espy on such a lovely sight,

is when dawn pushed him away,

hence came night and day.

Soon though, man came to see.

And thou had seen the marvelous flower,

a boy plucked a single petal and carried it afar.

Curious dawn, notorious night followed the child.

He slipped, dropping the petal on the ground..

Forgotten there it lay.

Soon a seedling sprout, and there a new flower grew.

So, night and dawn, shared each well,

seeing the other, then changing quickly.