Amos viewed his Father and siblings' creation. A planet called earth. It was sparse at the moment, and need much more divine intervention. "Looks good." Amos said, a blank look on his face. He looked upon the land, and gave the earth sand. On the coasts, he made beaches, and where there was nothing he made deserts, and oasis's. Each fine particle of sand was his own creation, and he was happy. Then, under the ocean he placed his sand, taking care not to ruin his brother's creations. "Hmph. Is it alright?" He asked. He already knew the answer, of course, but still it was rude not to ask.