I named it YOU.

When God was busy involved in his work,
I escaped.
Somewhere down under his chair.
He was going to amaze me,
like always,
I was prepared.
He took some rose buds,
few drops of first rain.
He mixed it well
Something interesting that you can not spell.
He than added the fragrance
that of sweet peas.
He played some magic tricks,
than a fire cracked,
brown little clouds,
and I could see his eyes proud.
Though he was angry on me
but I had my credit due.
He gave that beautiful thing to me
I named it YOU.