Once upon a time, pants danced in the sun's warm smile,
Their fabric whispers telling secrets to young grass blades.
"Where did you go," questions the lonely knee?
Listening to the sky's jokes, dreaming of pockets filled with clouds.
The giant closet, a cavern, a fortress of forgotten things,
Holds stories of tugging toys and hiding bugs beneath the seams.
Each stitch a memory, each fray a giggle;
The laughter echoes in the folds, call the wind chimes!
Pants made of rainbows,
And tangerine sums of simple summers, they run but never hide.
Click here to hop into yarn-filled gardens!