Mother gave me two rings
I will make two things
Moon I will from one from another sun
Give me a glass
In it I will grow grass
Basin small I will take to make a little lake with much joy
Said the little boy he thought,but I must be nuts but how can I make sun,moon,lake I must be mad
The boy said some water he got to drink and sat aside to think who makes sunlight the moon so bright who can dig lakes so big in thought so seriously he sat blank looking at asked worried mother what is the matter replied the little boy I am thinking of my creator.
coppyed from qistina's blog
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