Once upon a time, in a land where the sky kissed the treetops, lived a little squirrel who had dreams of flying. He thought if he climbed high enough, the clouds would invite him in for tea.
Every day, Bella the butterfly would whisper secrets of the horizon, her wings shimmering like truths not yet told.
Dewdrops joined the conversation, talking about the songs of early morning, the music that slipped beneath the roots while all were asleep.