Little ones, there are tales
In the skies above, hidden in clouds
Clusters whisper secrets that tickle our ears
Listen, listen, the wind knows too.
"Fierce winds rode the backs of turtles," they say,
Stars blink back, they understand,
Before you lie twisty roads,
Follow the North Star, it knows everything.
Drawn maps in your dreams—
Eyes wide, the night whispers rules
To games we must play, lest shadows chase
So step lightly, brave wanderer.