(Non-literal interpretation of Genesis 1)

In the waters of the ocean was the Holy Spirit. There she witnessed space become night and day, the realms become sky and land, plants and animals envelop the world. And there she wondered why.

She wandered the seas of the world billions of years ago, the scars of molten magma yet to heal, the boiling flame yet to dim in the sky, and yet to grow brighter. It was good.

She wandered the waters of creation, some millions of years ago, and there the child found something, a being. The first of its kind, too. It was good.

She wandered the vents of the seabed, a soup of foreign chemicals now home to a litany of unique but similar specs, moving around, duplicating, dying, killing. It was very good.

She wandered the vast chasms till she found fish, freely swimming in the first shoal of many to come. It was very good.

She wandered the shiny green beaches till she found amphibians, crawling onto the surface to forever change the history of life, and she smiled. It was great.

She wandered the forests till she found beasts, great creatures crawling the landscapes cross many continents. She smiled still. It was great.

She wandered the sprawling peaks till she found birds, the monarchs of the skies. She soared among their flocks, and grinned. It was amazing.

She flew through the plains till she saw man. Man confused her, they held sticks and built nests like birds, but those sticks had rocks on, unnaturally placed there, and beamed. It was perfect.

For it was the beginning.