Once upon a time, the sky was made of crayons. If you were sad, you could draw a rainbow and it would appear forever. Clouds were just fluffy mistakes on a drawing board.
Trees don't speak like people. They tell stories with their leaves. If you listen close, you can hear the secrets of the wind told by the bark's quiet giggles.
Clocks don’t tick at night; they take naps like children. Time is a sleepyhead that dreams when everyone else does. Daylight wakes it up with a tickle.
Stars are like tiny bits of popcorn in the universe's soup. If you look closely, you might find the moon stirring the stars with a silver spoon.
Unearthed by the playful whispers of a child's imagination.