Once upon a time, in a land where the sun plays hide and seek, there were whispers. Tiny voices, like the wind's tickles, danced on the grains.
"Mister Sun, do you play hide and seek too?" asked the little cactus. The sand giggled, and the sky painted colors of dreams.
"Why is the cactus green, when the moon is silver?" pondered the sleepy desert fox. The moon hummed a lullaby only the stars could hear.
"Shall we dance, the wind and I?" the little grain sang. And so, they twirled and swirled in the everlasting waltz of the sands.
"Are we all friends here, Mr. Sand?" The little boy asked, his footprints small against the giant dunes.