Once upon many moons, blue balloons floated like bubbles,
Where the stars giggle and sound is a nursery rhyme,
Each echo flutters like whispers in the halls of laughter.
What if the now was only a feather dancing on dreams?
Chocolate rivers sing of children’s laughter trapped in jars,
Shining like diamonds tucked in the folds of clouds.
Somewhere, a kite blooms still in the softness of shy skies.
Find the Echoes Dance in Twilight