"Look at me!" chirped the starfish wearing a top hat. "I'm flying beyond the sunbeams!"
The rain danced upwards, tickling the noses of the books that were reading themselves. "Perhaps we should swim today?" proposed a curious cloud drifting by.
"Why not?" replied the shadow of a ghost that had forgotten how to fade. "But only if the wind agrees to play hide and seek with the mountains."
And so, the melodies of chaos continued, each note a splash of color in the upside-down sky. "A sprinkle of dreams and a dash of moonlight," whispered the rainbow, "and we'll have the perfect potion for a sunny night!"
Do you hear it? The laughter of the trees as they hop on one leg, or the giggles of the grass tickled by the toes of tiny invisible fairies? It’s a symphony only understood by those who dare walk a path less traveled.
Whisper in the clouds
Listen to the stars
Dance with the moon