A thousand years ago
Fall a teardrop of Milkyway
White, bright, shine in the Universe
Creator God now is smiling
Gives heaven laugh
Nothing can stop it now
Angels call it, Sun the Light
A few days past,
Sun feels alone and ask the Creator
When I get a new friend?
Just wait until tomorrow
In the morning,
Creator blows a Ballon
it coloured grey
He gives a It to the Sun
Sun gives It a name
Moon the Beauty
Then they play happily ever after.
