Do you see the stories in the sky? They paint themselves when no one looks. Clouds draw secrets. Next time, listen with your eyes.
Walk on paths made of sunbeams, these roads speak of the lullaby trees sing. Follow them here.
In crowded thoughts, tiny adventures hide. The moon hides in pockets at night. Keep it safe.
Your heartbeat is a drum in a jungle. Listen for the whispers of the wind; it tells you stories of old.
Among the shadows dance the light, colors paint feelings without asking permission. Let the canvas speak.