In the land where silly things grow, rabbits wear hats and dance below. Trees tell stories, with leaves that show, colors of words in secret, though.
Once, wise owl said with twinkling eyes, “In ancient tales, truths wear lies.” And children laughed with painted skies, as stars played peekaboo in disguise.
Journey through hiccups lost in days, find doors where wishes twist and fray. Through thimble seas, and cottonways, wander hearts in silken mazes.
Dance with the Mirage