Listen closely, little wanderer, whispers linger here.
The flowers hum soft secrets. Can you hear?
The clouds giggle in the sky, oh so high.
An old swing creaks tales of long-gone friends.
Shadows stretch, reaching for hands unseen.
Do you see the rabbits in the blue coat?
They wear hats and have time to spare.
Where colors dance silly, they hide berries.
The land speaks, listen, it's saying something!
Follow the spiral, see the unseen.