Once upon a time, there was a tree that told tales of stars beneath the ocean.
The moon wore a hat made of daisies, and the sun peeked behind curtains of cotton candy.
Tiny elephants danced with shadows, stepping lightly on the back of a butterfly.
The roads are made of candy, leading nowhere but everywhere. Paths winding past the ticklish lamps that giggle under the tickles of a gentle breeze.
Listen closely, and you might hear the song of a bicycle with no wheels, spinning tales beneath a sky painted in dreams.