Genesis has a look;
it looks like a stone-washed sky.
Genesis has a feel;
it feels like a spring passed by.
Genesis has a sound; the birds chirp in oblivion,
or perhaps in warning...
perhaps in mourning.
A robin's egg, fallen from the nest
pieces of its shell scattered near.
The robin sings out in fear.
There is nothing to fear!
Genesis has a smell;
it smells like fresh linen,
hanging below the dark,
rolling clouds.
Genesis has a beginning;
it begins like the end...
it ends like the beginning.
In the streets, people scream,
for death is near:
a newfound language of fear.
There is nothing to fear!
This is genesis
It is only genesis.
