Once upon a time, long ago, the sky was a clear crystal blue. Every day, when the sun rose, the sky was pure blue no matter what time of year. No clouds in sight, and therefore, no weather besides sunny shine.
People wandered over the earth, thriving green all around, watering the plants as part of their daily routine. No rain would come to do the job for them. One day a couple went to the tallest tree and reached up to a knot in the wood. They had heard stories of a downpour from a watering can from the hands of the sun. The days of the past, when their ancestors could spend their days inside when there were grey shadows covering the blue.
They found a scroll beneath the wooden logs of the elders’ hut. Leading them to the tallest tree in the forest. They were instructed to knock thrice on the second knot in the wood.
People wandered over the earth, thriving green all around, watering the plants as part of their daily routine. No rain would come to do the job for them. One day a couple went to the tallest tree and reached up to a knot in the wood. They had heard stories of a downpour from a watering can from the hands of the sun. The days of the past, when their ancestors could spend their days inside when there were grey shadows covering the blue.
They found a scroll beneath the wooden logs of the elders’ hut. Leading them to the tallest tree in the forest. They were instructed to knock thrice on the second knot in the wood.
