Tick-tock, crumple-sock!
Time rolls like a ball, never stopping, always dropping.
What color is the wind? A whisper of soft red.
In the cupboard, hidden beneath memories of old. Crumple into tomorrow,?
Play here, where clocks giggle and dreams unfold.
Twirl in the whirlCan we catch smiles? Can we fold laughter? Here and now, forever after!