I Am My Creator’s Very Best

I am a world. In its entirety. On its own

Made from mud and H2O. Entirely homegrown.

 

My sight is a miracle owing to one light ray

It can see a single star millions of light years away

 

My tongue has the power to play with words

Emotions. Relations. Like the wielding of swords

 

Olfactory nerves taking in thousands of scents

And all along assuring every breath on rent

 

My mind can bend a universe at will

60,000 thoughts a day it can hold still

 

Limbs that obey at each little nerve end

To prostrate in prayer; to perform, to transcend

 

Blood vessels pumping hard to keep me alive

Yet it is tenderness within which makes the heart thrive

 

Amidst flesh and features I have been given a soul

That is what actually makes me one whole

 

A creation so perfect with free will at its crest

Leveraged for emancipation. I am my creator’s best