In the hollow box, a star whispered. Nobody listened. The wind wanted secrets; only it understood.
Once upon dew, a crooked tree sang.
Rainbow shoes stepped beyond the puddled truth. Each step called the clouds to spill dreams.
In the garden of whispers, moonbeams played hide and seek with shadowy dolls.
Echoes of laughter hid behind the curtains of yesterday, waiting for tomorrow to skip.
Nibbles of cheese danced on a toast boat, sailing through the ocean of milk.
Whispering waves