God Did Create Humans

Story of a Daisy

Rain beat down. Cold rain, hard rain. Life for the green emerald blades of grass. They soaked it up with unyeilding passion. For these emeralds three feet tall was not high enough. For the daisy trying to survive in the midst it was far too high, but this rain was life for it as well. The rain smacked against the tall grass to fall gently though sporadically on the daisy. It was not pushed down it survived. Through the night the rain gave way to a drizzled mist and that to a bright crisp wind. When the sun finally shone high above the grass and the daisy, the daisy drew more life from the sun, thus it shot up towards it.

With a sharp stomp a hoof came down and the daisy along with the surrounding grass fell along side by side. The horses other hoof just missed the daisy as the dark brown mass flew by. The horses speed brought wind with it lifting the greater beauty amidst emeralds into the air and into the crisp breeze. It took flight. Some shreds of emerald took flight as well, as if in an attempt to pull down the daisy. However, the daisy’s design lifted it into the air higher still as the grass began to settle once again.

Flight was not the daisy’s purpose for certain and it slowly came to fall toward the ground, back toward the tall emeralds of grass. As its bottom stem came in close touch with the grass the dragon of the insect world rushed under it giving it time to float into the steam of the breeze again. The daisy spun around it self head forward and propelled into the sky higher. And it saw its destiny just on the edge of the grass. Its flying height now reached beyond what it felt safe. Far above the emerald grass and closer to the tree.

Not only to the tree but also the feathered tree dweller. Black with an orange breast, this tree dweller was new to the world. It’s flying was awkward, yet it came toward the drifting daisy with haste. The daisy stared in wonder at this tree dweller and was invited. The beak opened and the daisy was carried away higher still into the sky yet in the direction of its purpose. The daisy however produced a bitter taste in the amateur flightists mouth and was let go to fall toward its purpose. But dangerously close to the grass.

In fact if it were not for another amateur dweller of the trees, the daisy surely would have fallen to its doom. But this one met with the same disgust. The daisy began to fall to its destiny. Just missing the tall grass it fell and landed on grass that was cut to only a couple inches.
Then it was embraced by its destiny. It was smooth and was a bit wet but altogether dry. It was a soft embrace. It went up again but held by its purpose. Then was placed in a soft sea of golden thread where it met its purpose. Looking down the daisy saw what could only be described with one word the daisy’s purpose, all creations purpose: humanity.


-Heath Achatz