Fragmented Murmurs

“The stars like carrots,” she giggled, hiding behind the curtain of moonlight.

Squeaky Voices: “Can we ride the rainbows?”

Eyes wide, the answer was always certain.

Far away, a parrot sang a lullaby in a language only understood by the wind. Follow the mist.

“Are fish ticklish?” asked the unseen explorer of puddles.

Echoing Laughter: “But why is the tree wearing socks?”

The honest question blinked like a beacon of delight.

There's a road made of jelly beans somewhere, discover it.

Remember when the clouds turned into cotton candy? Taste the memories.