Echoes in the Little Crucible

Once upon a time, in a land very close,
Where whispers danced in the gentle breeze.
Here, a tiny bubble of dreams floats,
Singing songs of secret melodies in reverse.

Little voices giggle behind the trees,
"Let's play hopscotch to the moon, hurry!"
But the moon winks, singing its secret tune,
A lullaby that only dreams can see.

Chase the dust
A whisper of echo
Lost in a labyrinth