Once there was a little meadow where flowers spoke only when
the sky was purple. The tallest daisy whispered secrets like:
.
Join a brave little moth that danced through twisted
paths like a splash in a puddle.
She carried only dreams of golden apples.
One foggy morning, the ground was silent but a melody
wove through sweet air. Did you hear about the stars and
their moonbeam talks?
The messages are hidden like butterflies, fluttering just
at the edges, always just out of reach. Decode, if you dare.