Do the stars have feelings? Sometimes I think they do. They blink and twinkle like they are winking at me. Maybe they are playing peekaboo with the moon, who always looks so round and happy.
Clouds make the best pillow forts. I wonder if they hide treasure maps under their fluffy white coats. Maps leading to giant gingerbread houses where rivers flow with chocolate milk.
When I grow up, I want to talk to the wind. I bet it has stories about all the places it has traveled to, places far away that smell of salt and adventure.
Why do shadows follow us? I think they are like little secret friends who love to hide and seek but never get tired of the game. They always know where we're going, even when we don't.