Once upon a tick-tock clack, a bunny sat on a hom'ly cloud. It wore glasses made from raindrops and read forgotten sunbeams.
I often see dew drops smile before they splash into puddles. Do you?
Mice are painting the clock faces restlessly, looking for lost o'clock feathers. Tick-tock.
Chase the rainbow's end and whisper with the trees. Dance with shadows where shadows whisper secrets they had patiently sewn.