The Beginning (What is this beautiful Existence?) by Jaclyn Shaw ©March 2009
A small fur ball, A golden ton
I am reborn; I am creation
I feel her warmth; I feel her sensation
I react to sounds and know vibrations
My eyes are closed but I feel the air
Mom senses alarm and licks my skin

What is this beautiful existence?
I am small but filled with worlds spinning
I can’t remember a thing
This must be the beginning

The Sun is fire; a black and white color
I snuggle further into her warmth
She’s my protector; Oh, how I need her
She is the milk of which I yearn
I cannot leave her as she delivers
When she moves; Oh, how I shiver

What is this beautiful existence?
I am small but filled with worlds spinning
I can’t remember a thing
This must be the beginning

What is this beautiful existence?
I am small but filled with worlds spinning
I can’t remember a thing
This must be the beginning