Up above, the flying dream of clouds, stitched in hidden daylight and pepper songs. The trees whisper secrets in a language all its own, words tangled in forgotten silk.

“What color are your dreams?” a child far away asks, calling to the wind.

Elephant balloons dance in spirals, chasing shadows under the noon moon. "Maybe we are balloons too," thinks the fish beneath the pond.

Here's a footpath leading to
stories in trees
and another that talks only in circles —
the Lullabies that Never Sleep.

If you listen closely, pathways start opening, curling like an inviting paper trail that winks and smiles.