In the valley of raindrop candy,
where echoes dance in the breeze,
shadows cast smiling faces
on clouds that drift and tease.
Sing, the grass says.
Paint the sun with stories of laughter,
weave the stars into dreams.
Whisper forever in a tune after.
Follow the path where no ground meets feet,
step lightly on shadows in jellied streap.
Hear the giggles from beyond the trees,
feel the magic melt quietly like butter in the sun.