In a world wrapped in whispering mist,
where shadows dance with soft, gentle light,
a little girl named Lily sails her dreams
on the silent wings of cloud-kissed thoughts.
"Why do clouds cry?" she asks, eyes wide.
Shadows reply with stories of sunlit rain,
painting hope on the canvas of darkened skies.
"Because," they murmur, "the sky remembers how to feel."
Echoes of laughter trickle like raindrops,
landing on petals of longing, soft and tender.
Beneath a tree's sleepy arms, stories sway,
held by the gravity of emotions none can see.