Whispered Echoes

The sky looks like a puddle upside down... Do rabbits dream of butterflies? Maybe shadows are just echoes of light, playing hide and seek.

Songs of colors, whispering secrets of crayons under the bed. The moon peeks through the window, winking just like the stars.

Cold thoughts wander and wonder, chasing after the tickling breeze. What if clouds are pillow forts in the sky?

Halls of whispers where time dances like a little girl in a swirl of giggles and glitter.

Once, I heard the grass talking... it whispered stories of tiny kingdoms beneath the ground.