In the land of clouds, where dreams sleepsoftly,
little shadows dance under a big, bright moon.
Here, the trees talk in whispers, sharing secrets
best not told to grown-ups. A place where
tickles and laughter paint the sky azure
and the sun wears smiley faces.
Do you remember the raindrops falling
like tiny hand claps on the window? Or
the way the night sky sprinkled stories
of hiding foxes and chirping stars?
These memories float around, like
clouds chasing each other in the wind.