The sun is sleepy, hiding behind the sleepy clouds.
Maybe tomorrow, we’ll fly with the birds, above the trees.
Have you ever counted stars? They whisper secrets in the night.
Sometimes, when the wind blows softly, I think it carries dreams from far away.
Once upon a time, I found a tiny door in a tree, it led to a world of whispers.
Do you think flowers talk when no one is listening? Maybe they sing.
Once, I saw a rainbow kiss the ground, leaving sparkles behind.
In the garden of thoughts, butterflies dance on gentle wishes.
I dream of candy clouds and chocolate rain.