In the garden where shadows play,
🦋 whispers of the wind took flight today.
The path was hidden, soft like a child's giggle,
beneath the daisies; they softly twiddle.
Where do the shoes go when they dance alone?
To the land of tick-tock trees, far from our home.
Here lies a path in this land of dreams,
where moonbeams and sunlight share secret schemes.