A Creator

A Creator by Kenny Keppen

 

I believe there is a creator,

a creator that made this Earth with his own hands.

From the bright green trees whose leaves

turn shades of orange, red, and yellow in the fall.

 

The bright red apples, the soft, and

golden, juicy peaches that grow in the spring.

The blueberries, the sweet, tart strawberries

and raspberries that grow on bushes in the summer.

 

The birds that chirp and sing in the trees,

each with its own unique song and extraordinary

colors, like the Hermit Thrush that sounds like a

penny whistle, or a Red- Eyed Vireo that sings

“See me, here I am, up here.”

 

The bears and deer that wander here and there

eating the berries off of bushes, or a squirrel

collecting walnuts for food.

 

The vast numbers of creatures in the sea, from

dolphins jumping, splashing out of the water,

to sea sponges and sea stars, to those fish deep in

the sea that use antenna on top

of their head to attract prey.

 

I look at all these things,

all these incredible and unique traits of everything

 that lives on Earth.

I can see there is no possible way that these things just

evolved.

There has to be a creator.

 

Often man abuses nature and seeks to conquer it

for their own selfish reasons, like killing whales,

or killing leopards for their fur,

or taking down trees in the forest without replacing

them with new trees.

 

But nature is something to become a part of,

something to enjoy, not to conquer.

 

After all, I believe there is a creator and he

created everything so wonderfully,

so perfectly just for us.