The Poetry Planet

When first the angels saw the Earth, They marvelled what it was, Reflecting why this world had worth, God's Spirit here to cross... Of all the planets God had made, Of all the suns and stars, Why was this tiny dot portrayed As something not to pass? For there it was, a nowhere place, According to reports, Just roaming round one sun in space, Yet central to God's thoughts... God spoke again and rearranged Its surface and below And in the days that it was changed, The angels yearned to know... None dared to speak or ask Him why For God yet laboured on, To fashion clouds upon the sky, To come and go till gone... And mountains rose and valleys fell, With brown land decked in green, The likes of which not one could tell, For life was barely seen... Then suddenly, the birds sang forth, In glory to the Lord, From west to east and south to north, With angels overawed... And creatures formed and swam around, As if the seas were theirs, Yet none of these that breathed were drowned As they spread out in pairs... Then Man was formed from dust, no more, The gift of speech to talk, Alone, what was he living for? In time, with Eve, to walk... He wrote a poem for his mate, No wonder he felt proud, With wondrous words to celebrate The joy that God allowed... The angels listened to his psalm, The love that Adam felt And saw the couple arm-in-arm As if their hearts would melt... But some were jealous of such love, Rebelled through foolish pride, Cast out from where they dwelt above, Because sin lived inside... The moral of the tale is this, Don't strive against God's plan, Let others own their share of bliss According to each man... Regardless of Man's poetry, His feelings to outpour, Let angels stay content to be Eternal, ever more...