There once was a balloon named Sparkle. She flew higher than giggly birds can sing.
The moon whispered secrets, filling her ballast with stars.
On chilly nights, the North Wind tickled her string. Telling stories of windy dancers.
Little clouds became friends, forming playful constellations of wishes. Bright dreams!
Fly, Sparkle, above sleepy trees! Touching the soft cheeks of the sleeping sky cradle.
Listen closely, skies hum a lullaby that dances upon heart's gentle ache.
To wander among stardust dreams: paint the cosmos with childhood's joyous glow.