Once upon a time in an upside-down sky, bubble bees sang to the chocolate moon. But nobody flew like a penguin on a skateboard. The trees whispered secrets only visible to an awake snail.
Many clouds disguised as sheep have heard tales of invisible rainbows wearing slippers. Puddles laugh like ticklish diamonds under the sleepy sun.
"¿Why do clocks tick backwards in a syrup forest?" asked a curious hello. Neither frogs nor counts could answer, as they were too busy dancing with the dainty pastry stars.
The horizon yawns, hungry for horizons it hasn't tasted. Chase the horizon or sleep in its lap? That question hangs over the world like a shadow made of light.
Do cats eat the words we don't say, or do they just understand? The wayward winds know, but they're terrible at keeping secrets.