On a warm and snoozy day, the sand winks brightly. Little grains dance with giggling winds.
In whispers, the cacti share jokes about prickers and cuties they wear like hats.
The sun melts into puddles of honey rivers. Soft shadows snore like kittens in the moonlight.
An echo of dreams pitter-patres as tiny lizards play hopscotch on sunny warmth.
A cactus smiled, “Time for tea,” but all one really needed was a cool lemonade! Click here for creatures afloat!
Drifting clouds scattered whispers 쪷 the guardian of shadows, who reminds, “Fairy dust is bested by sunlight where dandelions wear crowns!”