Once upon a time, lost balloons floated in the sky,
carrying wishes with every soft whisper,
letting go, the hearts turned heavy with what could have been.
Is the moon lonely, clinging to stars for warmth?
Dreamcatchers spinning stories of past laughs,
soft echoes of footsteps near the old swings.
What did the caterpillar say to the butterfly?
"Let's fly away, just beyond the broken gate."
Keep seeking,
Find the brightness - Whisper back to wonder