In a garden under the soil,
Secrets hum in crumbled whispers.
The moon sings backwards, calling
Tiny dreams that peek below.
Once upon a time, the earth slept
Colourless tickles danced around
Spirals and circles in ancient songs,
A unicorn's giggle turned the tune.
Do you hear it? The hidden tunes?
Close one eye and listen.
The wind knows all the secrets.
Riddle Me: What flies without wings, and sings without a voice?
Mice write stories by moonlight,
Words made of starlit dew and dreams.
Close your eyes and see, see in reverse.