Emerald

EMERALD
Walk with me through this biblical texture,
While I dash to you some astonishing structures
About the formation of EMERALD.

Emerald,
Long time ago, in the days when the base has no ego,
The earth, formless, heaven; darkness.
The day was night, and a melodious gale
From the beautiful Nightingale
Was not in sight, in flight, in height.

Emerald,
Then, in this sphere of ours,
The darkness has wings, and was occupant of the time ding.
He built his hut down the  base of the first life,
Aqua.
He had no opposition, no friction, no mission.
Such a one-man-squad, no wife, offspring or colleagues.
He was the bale, the male and the whale.
He had only one commander, the honcho possessing the escutcheon.

Emerald.
On a day that brought instinct, the day that made history,
The man on the stand, the honcho and all-knowing
Stood on His throne, the home of might.
He looked upon the earth, the base with no form and decided He, to make the Emerald.
But, the man on the down, the dad and the dark said no.

But can anyone stop the strength that wield the whole might?
That’s the question someone answered, but who?
Mr. Light.

The He made the weapon that sent the
Opposer down the isle of night and there was
The day.
And the night came, and the day,
The process.
The creation of sovereignty followed,
Establishment of firmament,
The gas duct.

In order to clear the ground, to stand the mount,
He gave way to land, the base of man.
And followed was the fragrance,
To which the Emerald would stand,

Nights to nights;
Day in day out,
The preparation seemed closer.

On that fateful day, when the glory of man was hailed,
The king on his throne rose with his troop and
With his household, He bent to mould, with ashes and sand;
He wanted His like, His kind in might.
He moulded and remoulded,
Added and removed, until he got the pretty sculpture.

He wanted to keep it safe
But it was too great
So
He gave it breath and allowed it to rest
And He called it Emerald of Beauty.
Then on the next day,
He too rested.