Dear Friend from the Skies,
You wrote me a song last night while I was counting stars. The notes danced between my dreams and the clouds.
Did you know that the trees want to be tickled? Their leaves giggle in the whispers you send. 🌬️
Sometimes, I think I hear you breathing through the flowers. They carry tiny voices that hum with colors.
If you could send back a balloon, I'd paint it in moonlight shades and let it drift like your clouds. ☁️🎈
Yours in whispers,
The Little Star Keeper ✨