In Th Beginning There Was God Part 2

> In the beginning there was God Part two. Back to God, one day you know. In one place in that space. He found one rock. It was neither cold or hot. With that He decided then to play. Changed its shape was lumps and bumps. Got other rocks into it bumps. Made large holes and mountains high. Of course some men, now think I lie. Back to God, now having fun. He filled those holes can't tell you how. We call it water, in seas and oceans now. No use to man as too salty. But that was no fault of God. As sight of man. There was not. Back to God, still larking about. Liked what he had just begun. Then added trees, grass, as well. Then topped those mountains with snow as well. Later, man will disagree, but hey, he's still not there you see. Back to God, he is excited now. Adding flowers into the Dells. He has started naming things now. Mind you, is dodging other rocks as well. Must have Him really annoyed. As He turned around as I said annoyed. At all the rocks, then in the air. He waved His arms around just there. And all the rocks, then did sway. Then began to travel the same way. God was wise, He liked them all. So circled them round that big hot one. Which he decided then to call the Sun. Later, man would call it that, toO. But was not around then for that to do. Back to God, this poem story is so long. But God's playtime was still going on. You can rest go take a break. God was so absorbed in playing so. He just carried on, you know. Of course, as man was not there. He could not know or even care. Back to God now no rocks crashed down. Nor did small ones float around. As they had floated far away. God sneezed once more, and stars were they. All glittered above His head did they. Like we see them at night, today. But we were still not there I say. Back to God to his play. Now he saw his rock did grow. Colours, then began to show. But only on one side, you know. The side which caught the Sun's glow. So He turned the Earth rock around you know. Then started the other side to grow. Man was not there, so that he did not know. Back to God, he had finished his task. But began to tire, so blew a blast of air. And his coloured rock turned round and round. One half warmed by the sun at a time. As it whizzed round the sun at the same time. Still man was not about this time To be continued as there is no room for the next verse of mine. You'll be pleased to hear, this poem it is a third of the way through Have a nice day (the mad author)<