Once upon a time, in a land where dreams danced, there were songs that never changed. Do you hear them? They sing when the moon is sleepy, and they hum when the stars are bright.
A fish wore a crown, and it bobbed along a river made of lemonade. Beyond the forest, there were tales told by turtles with spectacles.
Do you remember the secret alley where shadows played tag? On Tuesdays, they wear hats made of cheese. But don't follow them too far, or you'll end up in a land where everything is upside down.
Often, I wonder if trees dream of forests long forgotten or of the breezes that carry whispers across ages. Perhaps they hum along to their own silent symphony.