In a world where whispers wander,
Teddy bears talk of forgotten rainbows.
"Do clouds dream of sheep?" asks the shadow cat,
while the stars giggle under the quilt of night.
Slip through the doors of pink cotton candy,
where the ground tickles your toes.
Here, the truth is a spiral staircase,
winding down to up and up to down.
Remember, the moon is a cheese wheel,
rolling in the sky's picnic basket.
And every echo is a friend,
waiting just behind the next bend.