The sun laughed and seeds fell from the corners of her mouth. They burrowed deep into the earth and slept for a season.
When the sun came again, they pushed back against all that was above them. They stretched their arms to the sky, desperate to reach their mother.
But she was so very far they had to be content to follow her with their faces, to wave to her in the morning and wink at her when she said goodnight.
So they did and still do, her many, many children. And each day, she wakes and covers them in blankets of light.