In the beginning times, way up high in the sky, lived a magical Spirit, under the moon's eye. God, the great and grand Creator, was His name, who made the land and sea and all's to claim.

With a wave of His hand and a gleaming bright light, God started to craft such wonder and delight. The earth, once empty and oh so dark, began to glisten with a magnificent spark.

First came the sky, oh so blue, with fluffy white clouds in the view. Swish, swosh, went the winds through the space, as the birds chirped in a happy race.

Then the land of green appeared with a swoosh, trees of tall heights, like broccoli in a gush. The flowers bloomed, each petal like a star, brushing colors both near and far.

But the waters down below whispered, “What about us? Don't leave us so hollow!” With a gentle hum and a quiet, calm motion, God filled the seas, like a potion.

The fish swam by, deep and shallow. “Glub glub,” they sang joyful and mellow. The waters teemed with life and joy, each fish thankful, every girl and boy.

The sun shone bright during day’s bright stand, while the moon and stars glittered, like diamonds in hand. “Day and night,” God said with pure delight, “Let there be time, and let there be night!”

With each piece of art God crafted with care, the world became full, no more bare. The animals roamed, from lions to bees, bouncing, dancing with ease and peace.

God smiled and said, “It’s time to rest. All of creation has truly been blessed.” The stars twinkled from high above, shining down with an endless kind love.

So each day and night, the story unfolds, the tale of creation, in ways untold. “And now, my friends, close your eyes tight. Dream of the world with all its light.”