It began with a burst of stardust on a Tuesday afternoon,
when the clock danced backward and the rabbits laughed in technicolor.
Enthusiastic shadows leapt across the walls, tracing forgotten silhouettes of yesteryears.
A symphony played beneath the surface of the pavement,
serenading the wisps of long-forgotten dreams.
Remember the ceiling fan that hovered like a gentle zeppelin?
Circling tales of a future
where black cats wore monocles and read the newspaper upside down.
Enthralled, the world spun around a kaleidoscope garden,
where dandelions wore crowns of cosmic dust.
Harness the echoes, let them resonate within,
as the orchestra of dawn breaks upon the horizon.
Listen closely: the rustling leaves sing,
—they sing of what was, what is, and what could be.