Under the thick green canopy, where the whispers of forgotten dinosaurs tickle the left ear, Lay the purple rock with eyes—each glance tells a story. Yesterday, today, tomorrow. Jakey tried to fly, and the color green felt like orange.
A rainbow made of whispers, stealing candy from quiet clouds. Chase the rabbit.
The invisible friend that tickles your toes, while you search for lost socks.
Once upon a seen, on a Tuesday made of butter, the wind told Julia jokes that were Tuesday, and she giggled like a songbird learning to write poetry on ancient tree bark.