Creation is the greatest and most powerful gift.

Mold me from scratch,

Indent into my figure,

Applique to my humanity.

You did this, but

It's my turn now.

No, I won't create like You:

I cannot breathe life into my creations, nor can I

Firmly grasp it and feel every smooth caress of

Fine, shiny hair or

Soft, plump flesh (I can smell the dew of a new morrow).

I am not quite as capable, but

I'll be just as close.

I will generate spirit, beliefs, foundations, and

Flaws

With swift flicks of able, warm hands.

I will create worlds and fables

To show the World

Reality and Fantasy.

I will fly as close to the sun and

Relish each fleeting second I...

Plummet...

Down...

To the sea.

(It will be my tears that drown me - 

My tears that fill the sea.)