Peek-a-boo Layers

I walk in the garden, feeling tiny among the big green things. There are secrets here. I can tell because the breeze whispers.

You can’t see them at first, but they dance behind leaves, giggling soft like water over stones.

I found a door once in a tree… It was painted blue and smelled like candy dreams. I never opened it, but it sang sweet.

Today, I’m looking for the magic again. Maybe under the stones or inside the clouds drifting by.