In the morning, we sing to the sky. With hearts made of laughter and feet dipped in dew, we dance where shadows play hide and seek.
Once, a cloud wore a hat shaped like a cat, and we all giggled until the sun tickled our noses.
The light tells stories of color and giggles, weaving rainbows from secret smiles.
The stars wink at us, and we know their names, scribbled in the margins of our sleep. They hum lullabies only we can hear.