Scene 2: Three Little Gods

Three little gods woke up one day
And three little goddesses got up to play
The gods watched the girls with love in mind
As the girls pranced and danced for flowers to find

The three little gods decided to make
The three little goddesses something next wake
To romance and tease their gay little hearts
A promise they made, and so did they start

The first swooning god, on that first little day
Made music from air, made music to play
Halls of allure, and operatic gold rays
Of such immaculate songs, with diamond details
To sing and to charm, to praise and to hail
Though to his little goddess, proved to no avail

The next love-struck god, when it came to his turn
Created shows of light, and the stars that burn
And constellations of promise to show his deep yearn
Such beauty and hope filled that lonely sky
Filling the horizon so deep and so high
Though it resulted in nothing but a heartless ‘Goodbye’

The third little god, went up to his goddess
Slowly and shyly, to follow his brothers’ antics
Presented to her, flowers for her quaint bodice
Blue bells, they were, so pure to behold
Such petals they held, far richer than gold
She smiled and took them, and to her heart did they hold


So I already have homework. Which is a terrible nuisance, to say the least.

However, a reading for my class called the Human Event called for old creation myths around the world. And it really got me thinking.

There was a story from the Bantu people in the Congo River region of Zaire that had an interesting story about the creator Bumba, and how one of his sons, Chedi Bumba, wanted to create something beautiful, but only managed to create the bird known as the kite.

And that really just stuck with me. How strange some stories are, and yet how memorable they become.

Simple things, then again, are often the best.