Stars are whispers, little points of giggling light, floating through the sky—what do they know? What do we know? Fading memories of jumping clouds.
Once a moon leapt over crayons and it painted the night with purple dreams. Fluffy tales flickered as the clocks ticked jelly beans.
A garden of seconds bloomed fluffy like cotton candy castles. Who can know how tall the grass grows in the universe? Was it ever even grass?
Dancing fish in a sea of syllables, can you hear them sing? A bubble pops, "Tickles!" they say, and the sun grins widely.
Numbers like butterflies swing through rain drops, make wishes on flavored clouds. What if the sky was made of jelly? Squish. Splop. Stick your fingers in!
Hovering thoughts are lost between giggles and whispers. Can a wish fly on a comet? Yes! They sparkle just like birthday candles.