Up, up in the air, there whispers a child’s giggle.
Marbles roll as thoughts jump like pinwheels on sunny breezes.
Each word sprouts tiny wings, seeking magic!
Clouds are soft marshmallows, waving goodbye
To grounded worries, brushing them aside
Like feathers slipping through fingers.
Do you hear the little songs floating?
Dreams tremble like jellies beyond the horizon,
Skipping to marigold gardens where we twirl.