Little Sun wakes up with a bright, warm "Pop!" He stretches his golden arms across the sky.

He says, "Hello, world!" to the sleepy trees and the soft, green grass.

The birds go, "Tweet, tweet, tweet," and the flowers open their petals wide to say hello back. It is a very happy, sunny day for everyone.

But soon, the sky grows soft and sleepy. The birds go, "Hush, hush," and fold their wings tight.

Little Sun feels his eyelids getting heavy, too. He yawns a big, wide yawn. "Yaaawn," he sighs, blinking his golden eyes.

It is time for the big, silver Moon to come out and watch over the world while it dreams. The Moon floats up, round and glowing. She is quiet and very, very soft.

She whispers, "Shhh, shhh," to the clouds as they drift by. The stars blink, "Twinkle, twinkle," like tiny night-lights in the dark.

Little Sun cuddles into his cozy cloud bed. The Moon smiles down, glowing with a gentle, silver light. Everything is quiet. Everything is calm. The whole world is tucked in tight, sleeping soundly until the morning comes. Goodnight, little world. Goodnight.