Silent Undercurrents

"Why do stars twinkle?" asked the boy with dreamy eyes.

His voice echoed like ripples skipping over mirrored skies.

"Perhaps they're singing, but only to the fish deep below."

Older thoughts refracting gently, like prisms through drops of rain.

A golden fish swims silently. He's looking for a friend.

“Do you hear the colors?" whispered the flower.

To which the hint of a smile replied with the rustle of unseen seas.

Dive deeper into other echoes: lost whispers
Look closer at different colors: shimmering realms