Here is some important information to this following poem of creation. It is based off the ancient Quechua creation myth, the pre-colombian people of Guatemala and other places around there, from their book the Popol Vuh, or "The Book of Counsel," or "The Good Book." It is easily compared to the bible of this people, though probably not written, but drawn before translated to Spanish. In this myth, the Gods of the Skies attempted to make humans three times, only succeeding and being happy with the final attempt: man made from corn. This here is only my take on it, and roughly written. 

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Before the human creation of time,

There was nothingness.

The Gods reveled in the empty and the lonely.

But soon, they required admiration;

Love.

Thus came the creation of the living.

Fish schooled the waters,

Birds flocked the skies,

And animals filled the land

In numbers abundantly high.

Yet, none of these creatures knew,

That relation to the Gods is what they should crave,

Thus came the first attempt at human.

They were built together out the very earth and mud

That they would later walk upon.

Sadness came to the attention-needy deities

As these dumb beings walked as zombies

To the waters, absorbing it,

And dissolving back into

Nothing.

Another attempt, to make beings from

Wood that would furnish their homes and

Keep them warm as it burned,

Proved yet another waste.

These stiff, statuesque creatures

Bared no mind or soul.

Empty.

Thus a final attempt,

The Gods of the Sky

Created me:

Balam-Quitze.

I was crafted from the corn,

That the animals collected under

The very guidance of my creator.

I was molded together with

Careful hands,

Knowing not to deceive them.

I am the first human, the first soul.

The first Quechua.

Their first love.