#2

When the snow melted, a sea was made. It began with tiny blue tributaries, each thin line leading to tiny ponds within the mountains of ice. As the sun warmed the earth, great torrents of water rushed down valleys and into great lakes that formed out of the melting hills. Each lake making massive craters out of the thin mountain peaks.

Within a week, a great sea spanned out where the fires had burned so long ago. The sea rolled and swelled with the soft cool wind. The sky burned blue with the light of day. Forever and ever was the sea, and forever and ever was the sky. The only sound was the rhythm of crashing waves, the sea alive with the churning of endless waters. For the first time in an extremely long while, the earth was still and unchanging. Although each storm has its qualm, none had the assurance that it all was over. But the ocean, and its friendly companionship with the sky, seemed to assure that for now, it was all over.

As more time passed, The Ocean found it’s way across the entire world. It moved aside to reveal what had once been mountain ranges, now tiny islands that dotted the ocean. Each island grew with receding waters until they were proper sized, as an island of good standing should be. Over the coming months, each rocky island became slippery with algae and moss. And then tall grasses sprouted from the thick mud, brought by some foreign wind. Soon, shrubs and bushes found there way between rocky outcrops and sprouted bright pink flowers. And them after a long time had passed, the islands were built of thick forests and rolling meadows.

Weeks passed….

Months….

Years….

Centuries

Mileniums…