Seeds Of Creation Poem by Michele C. Messina Long

It’s Independence Day.

I’m watching rainbow glittered sparks twinkling overhead.

Surely this is what it was like in the beginning when the Universe burst forth with life.

Mesmerized, I gaze at the vibrant colors exploding amidst a velvet black backdrop.

How could I presume to think I know how that moment looked!

Just then,

The wind blows over my face and, with a whisper,

Reminds me that the seeds of everything that ever was or ever will be were sown in that first moment;

And yes, you and I were there too!