Thunder and Tulips and Pigeons

There was once a little stone

Where nothing was in store

Flying through the dust

With it’s continental crust

God came along 

Saying this is very wrong

Put his thinking cap on

And he planned until dawn

Added grass here and there

And breathable air

Pigeons all around 

With tulips on the ground

In a short amount of time

Man came around prime

gave meaning to the air

And the grass here and there

God looked around confused

And a little bit amused

While looking at the humans

With their very odd conclusions

Man sits and wonders

What’s the meaning of the thunders

God says, “The thunder has no meaning.”

Man replies, “Huh?”