Once upon a time, the clouds hummed a song. It was neither loud nor grand but soft like whispers of sleep.
The world saw colors that giggled when touched. Red danced with blue, creating a shy purple.
Do you hear the trees talking? They speak of dreams forgotten on windy nights, tales of acorns and rainbows.
Some say if you listen closely, the flowers will tell you secrets of the sun winks and moon smiles.
Where goes the river? Following footsteps of melodies played backwards, singing lullabies to wandering reeds.
Feather Songs Await Moonlit Dance