Before all creation and all death, there was Mother Nature and Father Time. They are the infinite entities. But no matter how much they loved each other, they still felt alone. Mother Nature longed for chaos, bringing form to formlessness; Father Time longed for order, to bring structure and discipline. So, in the midst of their love and shared sorrow, they created space and time. Space would be the place where Mother Nature could plant all her creations, and time would be the place where Father Time could bring order to the chaotic space. This is how all things came to be, through Mother Nature and Father Time.
Mother Nature had created the great sea and many of its creatures. It was a place of great chaos, and Mother Nature adored it. The great waters ebbed and flowed, rocked and swayed, rose up and crashed down. The creatures within the waters lived in this chaos, learned the waters and its ways. Father Time had even created a few creatures to put into the waters, creatures that would help maintain the populations of the others. Mother Nature and Father Time looked at the waters and its creatures and saw that they were good.
As the creatures of the waters learned how to navigate their home, the chaos became tame and dissipated from the seas. Mother Nature no longer received the spectacle that she once had with these great waters and its creatures. So she began to think of a new creation, one that would bring chaos back to the oceans. She imagined the great seas falling from dark skies, the waters twisting on the surfaces of the waves, and booming sounds that would rival the monstrous reverberations of the waves. She dreamed of all these things and decided to make them a reality.
Mother Nature descended onto the waters she had created, raised her hands, and formed intangible dark puffs that would bring more water to the great seas. The waters fell from the sky in small streaks and sheets, disturbing the giant blue. This was the creation of the first rain. Mother Nature became enthralled with her creation and sought to increase its power. She stirred up the waters of the ocean to create a great flow between the seas and the storms, making the storms more powerful and making the seas rage more monstrously. The two great forms of water, one below and one above, grew in power and brought chaos back to the world Mother Nature had created. She looked around at her new creation and basked in its power.
Time passed, and the storm raged. The storm grew. The storm multiplied. It could not be stopped. The storm fed on the endless ocean, providing constant and increasing power to the tempest. The storm grew so powerful, it began to kill the creatures living in the waters. Mother Nature grew worried. She feared for the lives of the beings she had created and their disordered deaths. But it was not within her power to end the storm; she loved the storm just as she loved the ocean and its creatures. Mother Nature, powerless to save her creations, fell into despair.
Father Time saw the depression of his great love and the turmoil of the creatures he had brought into existence, their deaths so untimely. He sought to end the great storm of the seas. He knew Mother Nature had provided power to the great storm from the ocean. He thought deeply on this process, this feed between the waters of the world and the waters of the sky. He had an idea. What if there was no ocean for the storm to gain its power from? Father Time could not destroy the sea, for it was a creation, but he could create something within the ocean. Something that was not ocean.
Father Time descended onto the waters Mother Nature had created, raised his hands, and began pressing them toward each other, as if crushing a great mass. The pressure building between his hands went out into the world and began to form a new creation, but this creation was different from the others. It was not living. It remained still and unmoved, an exact opposite of the waters of the ocean. Father Time kept the pressure building between his hands, creating more and more of the solid structure. He laid it deep underneath the waters and rose portions of it above the surface. This mass remained completely connected, whether above or below the surface of the waters, and encompassed the whole space just like the waters. Father Time called this new creation land and basked in the order it would bring to the world.
The storms continued to rage as they remained at sea. The creatures of the waters continued to die. Mother Nature mourned the untimely deaths of her creations. But finally, a storm began to move toward one of the land masses that existed above the surface of the waters. It crossed the threshold of the waves and landed onto the new creation. The storm stopped raging in that area of the sea and began to lose its power. The storm turned to gentle rain and finally disappeared, taking its destruction with it. Mother Nature witnessed this and gazed in wonder; her creations in the waters would be saved by these new land masses! One by one the storms of the seas made landfall, grew weary, and would finally rest. This brought great joy to Mother Nature's heart; all her creations, the storms and the ocean's creatures would be able to continue to be in the world.
Mother Nature embraced her eternal lover, Father Time, and they both basked in their love and creations. Mother Nature adored the power Father Time commanded over the chaos she brought, and Father Time adored the power Mother Nature had in bringing creation and helping it grow. As they lay in their eternal love, the last storm made landfall and the sky exploded with all forms of colors, a rainbow that would never be possible without both Mother Nature and Father Time.