Storytelling time.

It's storytelling time. The sun just call.

 

Good day to one and all.

 

I will heat up the earth and give you life.

 

I will shine my light to the moon, my wife.

 

She (moon) can be moody at times, the moon at night. 

 

Quarter, half, or full which one is right. 

 

The birdies sing, as the tide does wave.

 

Her (moon) gravitational pull, makes the oceans slave.

 

The trees does dance and some do bow.

 

This is nature's bliss. I wonder how.

 

As the animals talk, some laugh, some cry.

 

The stars do twinkle with teary-eye.

 

This is a story, so don't ask me why?

 

I hope you enjoyed it, as I say goodbye.