"What is the sky?" asks the little boy. And his grandmother answers, "A place to hang stars when the sun goes down. A sea full of night for the moon to sail across while you sleep . . . " The child goes on looking at the world and asking why and what and how. He goes on about the business of being a little boy, wondering about the universe.

Here, in Alvin Tresselt's exquisite poetic prose, are some provocative answers to the questions children ask—answers that will add new dimensions to their world. Both words and pictures are filled with the magic and mystery and joy of being alive.

From the dust jacket