The moon yawned and streched and spread its limbs out on the soft clouds floating along the darkening indigo night sky and slowly it fell asleep and began to dream and its dreams seeped into the clouds and the clouds grew heavy and dark and began to weep tears of joys while watching the illustrations and paintings form from the colors and lines of the visions of the sleeping moon and the tears turned into rain and the rain fell to the earth and formed puddles here and there and rivers flowed with delight and lakes danced in the wind as the rain recited the dreams of the moon and the rain continued to fall as the moon began to snore and its dreams turned to tales of love and beauty and the clouds poured these dreams down upon the first and oldest tree in the land of forgotten places tucked away in the secret mountains of eternity and the water of these dreams gently washed over the branches and the leaves and then gathered and pooled and started to shape into a dream of their own and within this enchanted tale the curves of your smile were drawn and the color of your eyes born and the seductive shapes that covered your bones were made and your heart was made from the words forged from the furnace and fire of the true stories of beauty and love as told by the moon while sleeping amongst the clouds