Where Little Thoughts Fly

In the land of puzzle winds,
where the blue birds whir and spin.
Little feet follow a line
drawn in sky crayon shine.

The pathways twist, no end in sight,
let's find caped rabbits in flight.
Around the bend whispers a tune,
echoes dance with a ghost of the moon.

Lost in the What? Ours in the Whirl Fableland Wanderer