The Whispering Woods

Once upon a tickle, the rabbit asked, "Do butterflies sing?"

Long ago, a breeze told me secrets of the stars, shining like lost marbles.

In a forest, where shadows giggle, the trees say, "Listen, listen, the owl winks."

If you wander deeper, the flowers giggle and petals whisper:

The sun is a lazy cat, and it sleeps in puddles of juice:

"The stars are stories told by the moon," said a voice like rain.

Venture through the woods and find: