In the tale of the Tower tall,
where stars play peekaboo from a velvet wall,
whispers float like candy dreams,
tickling the moon with silvery beams.
Follow the Ripple
Once, a voice hummed down the stair,
a lullaby woven with starlight fair.
"Come play," it murmured, like a breeze in bloom,
"in gardens of frolic beyond your room."
Join the Dance
Clouds were friends, holding hands with the sea,
misty giggles hid secrets that only trees see.
The Tower spins tales of joyful delight,
where every corner is kissed by night.
Discover the Land