In a room forgotten, whispers dance on beams of light.
A child's voice echoes, simple stories of wonder.
Follow the winds and find the unseen roads.
Hold on to dreams that are **sometimes** like jellybeans, slippery.
Do you see the colors inside the marbles?
They hide the sky when you are not watching.
Twirl with the vines and listen to their secrets.
The clock is tick-tocking under a starry umbrella; listen closely, listen softly.
Imagine the sound of bubbles, gentle but full of stories untold. Listen, listen!