In the very beginning, there was only dark. God stretched out arms into the empty night. Then — snap! A bright yellow ball of light spun into being.
God blew across the light, and it stretched thin into a wide blue blanket. Soft white puffs dotted the sky. A cool breeze ruffled the edges, and God smiled.
God pressed palms into the gray dust and it cracked open. Green hills and deep blue pools bubbled up. A frog hopped from the mud and croaked. God clapped twice!
God snapped fingers again and again. Trees burst upward, flowers popped open in red and purple. A tiny fox bolted past with its tail high. God giggled and chased it with a glance.
God spread both hands wide, and the world filled. Birds filled the sky. Fish flashed in the sea. Animals poured onto the land.
Everything moved and sang. God sat back on the grass, eyes shining, watching the world breathe.
Far away, over hills and through forests, the world grew richer. Mountains rose. Rivers carved new paths.
God leaned close to the new world, tracing patterns in the air. Each touch brought something more — moonlight, starlight, the first soft rain.
At the edge of a field of flowers, the little fox came to a stop. It curled up, tucked its nose under its tail, and went to sleep.
God watched the fox sleeping among the flowers. The world hummed softly, complete at last.