Once upon an untold minute, where the clock giggles in circles, secrets bloom like daisies, unwhispered but seen in the sunlight.
Have you heard the turtle's dance, the song it sings? Round and round, around the rainbow's end – where ice cream hills await.
Listen, listen, the whispers of tomorrow, catch them like bubbles, fragile like dreams hidden in shadows.
Sit upon the swing, up high among the stars, secrets told by the breeze, very quiet, very soft.