It began

It began in the womb of time

and the slow-grained flowing;

it began when the rains came

and the spirit of tomorrows

glistened in the sweat of yesterday.

It began when the river flowed

and the waters broke

in birth pains of caverns.

In the rising of hills

and the sinking of valleys,

as the scraped knees of mountains

bled down their ragged shins

it began.