Wisdom and a Skillful Hand
Polly watched in awe as the great, golden Lion sang a world in to existence: sun, moon, stars, animals, plants. She felt better than she ever had, or she might have, if she were paying attention to anything other than the birth of this new land. The deep song was the most resplendently beautiful thing she had ever heard, and Polly closed her eyes for a moment to experience the music more fully. It did not work – this was a song meant to be both heard and seen, and it was all the more glorious and inspiring for the contradiction.