The Gateway of Simple Steps

Bah-Blue Door, like the chilly waves.
Green Door, like grassy planes where green bears run in circles.
Panyel Door, round and bounce like those jelly sweets.

The stories flow slow, like honey puddles

Across valley and door, time stretches for embrace. With every crack there lies a dream, a smile, a light rain sound patter.
Today, they play hide-and-seek among imaginary isles tirelessly. A door, a new start, peek the endless openness, where giggles paint the skies.

Sing the Stars
Hop the Balloons
Whisper Mystics