Once upon a drift on the feather cloud,
a tree laughed like little gopher poke.
Round sun, twirls of whispering ocean bubbles.
"This way, moon guide," murmurs a forgotten clay heart.
Tall shadows walk on paths smooth like dew,
tiny hand buoyed by dreams made of whispers.
Over hopping river, peek-a-boo bird questions,
ancient bridge bows with tree roots old songs.