God looked down.

It had been a while since he'd looked down.

The whole free will thing really pissed him off sometimes.

Humans always seemed to do bad things in his name.

Persecution, pillaging, religious genocide, plain old regular genocide, war, terrorism, racism.

God got sick of it sometimes. So he'd just... look away.

A bystander in his own kingdom.

But today, God looked down. It was sometime in the mid-1900s. He hadn't looked since the Dark Ages. At first, he thought humans were doing rather well.

Then there was the guy with the mustache.

And God decided, you know what? It's about time I do something about this. It seems like the religion I created has been twisted. I wanted peace and tolerance, and I got fire and brimstone. The whole reason I wrote the New Testament was so that people would give up on all that vengeance.

First, God had created trees. When he got tired of those swaying branches, he created flowers. When he got tired of their colorful petals, he made children.

But now, those children had grown up, and had children, and their children had children, and now everyone was being slaughtered.

So God said fuck it. I made a religion, and look what happened.

Maybe everything would be better in a world where they didn't believe in me. Maybe I'm the reason for all of this suffering. Maybe people will heal in a world where I don't exist. Maybe I was vain to create beings that worship me. Maybe I am unworthy of their worship. First Lucifer, then Adam and Eve. Evil infects everything I do. So maybe I should make something that doesn't believe in me. If they don't believe I exist, then Evil can't hold them in its grip.

And so God created atheists.

A tiny evergreen tree will be the first of my creations, whispered God to no one. I’ll watch it grow very slowly and keenly observe the wonder of new life coming forth from the empty ground. I will name it my Christmas tree. Perhaps it will inspire the giving of gifts.

Next to my majestic tree, I’ll plant an enormous field of vibrant red poppies. As I look down from my eternal home, such delight there will be in glimpsing sunshine and rainfall which bring these treasures to life. I believe they also have the potential to take on greater meaning down the road.

Having a splendid forest of hardy and robust trees, and a garden of heavenly flowers, what more could be created to make this a perfect world?

Is there something that would be wanted desperately and cherished totally for time unending? I vision the smiling face of a perfect creature who would be known as a baby. He reaches tiny fingers and toes toward heaven. All across the world his presence is celebrated. The entry of this infant into a place called earth is always described as a wonderous miracle. One special child I may call son. His magnificence is far beyond any stately tree or field of flowers.

Children will be the answer to difficult questions and showcase compassion for all other creatures. Eventually, they will join me for eternity.

Trees, flowers and children will be life’s greatest treasures. And the greatest of these is children.

Blooming flowers,

Laughing families,

Trees to grow tall,

And to support little bodies,

The rustling of wind,

Through the branches,

Playing with the children,

Pray they will grow tall,

As tall as the mighty oak,

Pray they grow healthy,

As healthy as the oaks roots.

To keep it short, I believe he made them out of love and what is needed. A meadow of flowers for children to run in and to pick blooming wildflowers and a grove of oak trees for them to climb and watch the sun set. Later their family will call them down and they will smile, with a smile that will change the way they, and their family look at the world. Children have that power afterall.

As long as children grow happily, the world will be fuller of more magical and kind people, which everyone wants, including the heavens. It means when good children pass on, heaven will be more full with people to have a good time with, and less people will fall through the earth to a dark place and regret the choices they made, long after they should have. Life is too magical to be won over by hate, that is why god made trees, children, and flowers.

I'm honestly not sure what else to add, I feel like it is summed up in what I wrote, so I'm going to say that I believe this is the truth. He made them so we could have happiness, love, and smiles on little faces.

He’s struck with pain. 

Pain caused by the child who left. 

Who was cast out.

Who betrayed him.

Who betrayed heaven.

How can He begin to recover from the pain that he caused?

A thought flickers through His mind. 

Maybe...

Maybe He could create something new. 

Something beautiful. 

Something that could help Him to heal. 

Something that wouldn’t betray Him. 

Like he had. 

So, He took a moment and started to create. 

First, He made the world, a beautiful world. 

Flowers graced every corner of this earth,

Daffodils, Sunflowers, Lillies, Roses.

Trees blooming and growing into delicious fruits,

Apples, Pears, Figs, Bananas.

Animals started to roam the world,

Dogs, Cats, Bears, Bees. 

He sat among the animals and the flowers and the trees. 

He admired the beauty that He had created. 

The light caressed His face as He sat content. 

He felt Himself start to heal. 

But then shadows started to loom overhead. 

Something...

Something was missing. 

These animals and flowers and trees, they had started to heal Him.

But they weren’t enough. 

He still felt pain despite the comfort they provided. 

With a determined look, He set out to create one last thing. 

Something that would offer one last piece to the puzzle. 

A little life. A little love.

Taking a deep breath, He created something else. 

Someone who looked like Him 

And spoke like Him

And could think like Him.

Think like Him but not betray Him like he had. 

And so man was made and then woman followed. 

Why? 

Because just as He needed someone to love, man did as well. 

And thus was the creation of mankind and the world. 

Children propagate the race of humans here on this, our earth.

Trees, gargantuan ferns at first, embarked on a long sojourn.

These spore bearers would give rise to trees of wood later with bark.

Humankind would one day pump aloft remains of early trees

into skies via factories and handy, smaller petrol tanks.

God gave whys to be resolved. Dead mangrove trees exacerbate

global warming, so solutions to our problems aren’t clear-cut.

Flowers attract bugs and birds, and bear fruit, dispersing seeds.

Coincidentally flowers draw humans with wiles.

Humankind would one day wonder if the graves of predecessors

had been decorated with blossoming intent

when the carbon dating showed that flower pollen grains rained down.

God knows flowers are a metaphor, as well.

People wax long on their lack, as in a melancholy song

titled You Don’t Bring Me Flowers … anymore.

God looked down the road and saw seeds of problems to stem up.

Lack of systems in accord, in the neighborhoods rural,

with our modern urban clearing systems loomed.

And those rural people doubtless lacked good education, too.

God knew identification cards would bud adverse consequence,

including use for collateral, and truly, God forbid, stolen.

So God made sure in advance that we were unmistakable

through assignation of identity using discrete fingerprints

imbued on us God’s very self. Since we know that God knows best,

it was then at God’s behest that this case would be worked out

when the time was ripe by grown-up children, after all.

A chirp of a bird, in harmony with laughing and screaming of children, playing a game of make-believe, echoes through the crisp air, creating a symphony of sounds. A breeze ruffles the flowers planted firmly in the flower bed by a mother's loving hands. The tall redwoods enclose the field the children played within, acting as protectors. God chuckles from his throne, gazing down at the joy, remembering with disdain the bleak days that like newspapers with terrible news created a black-and-white world. He watched the hub of adults leaving work every day, aimlessly pursuing life with the same lackluster and apathetic attitude daily. Thus, he decided to create innocent children, who beleive in magic and the possibility of anything, with their youthful energy. He created the fresh air by planting trees to emit Oxygen, to allow children to run about and grow strong and healthy. The flowers added a spark of color and beauty, something for the children to feast their eyes upon and understand that life can be as full as the joy the flowers broughtt to them. Yes, I made the correct decision, God thought, satisfied with his work, as he observed the children playing with wands made out of sticks and spend hours watching the progress of a snail weave its way through a field. He sat back on his throne and smiled, his face awash with a shimmer of happiness and joy. Children and nature had saved the earth from becoming stale, like an old piece of bread. Joy. @JessieEngel