Once upon a breeze, secrets tangled in whispers:
"The moon lights the path when the stars are shy."
A child giggles at the tale, tracing each word with a finger.
Have you heard the wind's song?
"Bunnies wear hats of cloud fluff."
A gentle smile, a nod, understanding known only to dreams.
Shadows dance under the nameless tree.
"Rainbows sleep in the pockets of fog."
Tales told in hushed voices, to be passed on like heirlooms.