Becoming
Story Draft I
Story and Art & Design by Leo Garcia
Copyright 2026 by Sirius Productions
Breath
High in the blue where beginnings first start,
A breath moved through silence, and rain played its part.
Self
Alone in the clouds, it stood whole in the blue,
A first sense of self, both complete and still new.
Wonder
It drifted quite slowly to peek through the cloud,
Unhurried and quiet, not calling aloud.
It looked at the mountains, the valleys below,
And watched little petals fall where they would go.
Bloom
The globe slowly opened and blossomed in air,
Till only gold blossoms were hovering there.
Kinship
Then more golden flowers appeared in the air,
As though all the clouds had been keeping them there.
They hovered together, each golden and new,
And one found the others were much like it too.
Falling
It drifted to the edge just to see what was there.
Then slipped from the cloudbank and fell through the air.
It fell toward the meadow, still golden and round,
While mountains and grasses rose up from the ground.
Heat
But farther it traveled, the hotter it grew,
Till heat filled the blossoms and changed them clear through.
The petals grew brighter as heat rose still higher,
Till gold in the blossoms was turning to fire.
Fire
The flower grew molten and fiercely bright,
A great falling teardrop of fire and light.
Impact
Then sky met Earth with a thunderous sound,
And white golden fir
Stillness
The meadow grew still.
The grasses bent low.
A hush crossed the hill.
W warmth stirred below.
Gestation
Where once there was grass was a hollow below,
A Crater where something was starting to grow.
For deep in the darkness, though no one could see,
The fire was shaping what soon came to be.
Water
Then water appeared, shining brilliant and blue,
And gathered in silence where fire had burned through.
Change
A small silver tadpole came swimming in view,
And changed as it traveled through water so blue.
Rooting
Within the blue water, a new globe grew,
Its roots reached the earth as the water moved through.
Emergence
Above, what was. hidden began to appear,
Its form growing fuller, more vivid and clear.
Form
It rose from the earth, growing fuller in view,
It's gestures drawn inward, both quiet and new.
Continuance
And there in its fingers, a golden globe shone,
The breath of beginning still lived and had grown.
Becoming
The child held it close, its warmth traveled through,
A feeling familiar, yet wonderfully new.
And still there was more just beginning to show,
For becoming goes on wherever we go.
Story Draft 1
Copyright 2026 Sirius Productions