Little voices call in the chem trails above
The footprints lead here, but where do they go?
Shadows tiptoe on the soft morning grass
Splashing puddles delight in the summer sun
Butterflies giggle while hiding behind clouds
Do you see the moon making funny faces?
Or the stars blinking like tiny secrets?
In the heights, we fly or fall or play hide and seek
Come back another day, maybe we'll find the way
through the blanket of shadows, wherever they may lay