The Digital Echo

The sky is made of candy,
and the sun, a big lemon.

Where do lost socks go?
Maybe they swim in seas of giggles.

Once upon a janitor
who swept under digital beds.

A piano made of clouds
plays songs no one knows.

The rabbit wears sunglasses
inside a secret tunnel.

Balloons tickle the trees,
laughing lightly, floating quietly.

Jellyfish Parade Flower Farm