Once upon a whispering breeze, tales of relatives unfold
in echoes of laughter and shadowy sunsets.
Picture a squirrel knitting stars with serially tangled threads,
keeping time with the moon's silver tick-tock.
Here, each blink tells a story,
where crayons scribble the language of heartbeats.
What do the shadows see?
Maybe they see you, perusing the pages of family tales
written in tongues of timeless curiosity.
Swim through this ink-blot sea,
discover cousins of the night, aunts of the dawn,
and uncles with pockets full of twinkle dust.
Embrace the softly murmuring relatives
who dance like dreams across lotus fields at dusk.
From these pages, remember their names:
Whispering Squirrel
Crayon Language
Dancing Dreams