The first people came up, they say,
Up through four worlds,
Up through a hollow reed, they say,
Up to this world.

When they arrived
This world was dark
Then someone said
It will not always be this way.

The clouds shone
Then birds came, talking loud.
Sun took hold the mountain
And leaped into the sky.

Day came
Then the waters rose in mist.
Spider-woman caught a fly
To celebrate dawn.

Image: Entre el sol y mis pensamientos by Flickr user Jonathan Emmanuel Flores Tarello, published under a Creative CommonsAttribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.0 Generic (CC BY-NC-ND 2.0) license.