In a land where seconds paint rainbows,
and minutes hum lullabies,
children listen to the secrets of the breeze.
The stars whisper in riddles,
folding time like origami dreams.
Round and round the clock spins,
a merry-go-round of silent stories.
The moon smiles, echoing laughter,
a loop, a joy, a playful skip.
Can you hear the echoes of yesterday,
softly singing tomorrow's lullabies?
A curious rabbit in a daisy field,
hops into the timeless loop,
chasing shadows, catching sunlight.
Find him, and you will find the secret.
The Rabbit's Tale
Don't forget to listen.
Listen to the whispers.
They are always there,
hiding beneath the tick-tock.
Whispered Secrets