The wind brushes the dunes like a gentle hand,
whispering secrets only the stars understand.
Gather 'round, little one, for the murmurs tell tales
of lost toys, wandering dreams, and mirages made of laughter.
Once upon a time, a lonely pebble
wished to dance with the rolling wind.
It wobbled and jiggled, but the sandbox was still.
Can we help it find the breeze? Like a ghost of a balloon.
Close your eyes, let the sun cradle your dreams,
while the desert hugs you in its golden arms.
Hear the soft murmurings, feel the gravity
of tiny moments pulling at your heartstrings.
Follow the whispers to floating oases where wishes seep
or discover the tales in sand castles' ancient eyes.