Molded By The Creator?

Valley
I am no more than cute dimples on butt cheeks
Chiseled with care on both cheeks
Surrounded by two elevated mounds
And between my thighs a flowing stream
Widely spread like a woman in labour
The blue sky as the midwife, ready for new life

Out grows the lily from my womb
I gasp in awe of its beauty
The air is alive again
The heavens will sprinkle dew in the morning
And I am blood and kin with nature

The grasses grow green with envy
The butterflies flap their wings to perch
Flower buds burst open, ready to be sucked
A lot goes on in this valley
Both in the darkness, and when the sun is nigh.

Vera