First he carved br the water br br whittled it br dropp by drop br br placed it just so...in place br br ‘til it gleamed br with its perfection. br br Then, with a sigh br he fashioned grass br br stroking it br until it lay gentle br br under his br tender hand br br sky a blue br he just wished br br and it was...just was. br br My uncle creating br the world br br as I listened br to his whistle br br watching the world br come alive br br under the flash br of his blade br br whittling into being br br (all things) br br all things.