Once, in a land not far from the sea, there were dreams like little boats.
They floated softly, whispering secrets of stories untold.
I walked along the sandy path, where the stars kissed the waves, and I found:
A shining shell, echoing the giggles of children far away.
A feather, dancing like a story that never ends.
And in my pocket, a pebble that wanted to be a mountain.
Sometimes, I hear the dreams call my name, asking me to join their gentle dance.
I tell them of the places I’ve been, of the moonlit nights and the sunlit days.
But here, on the shores, time is painted in colors of a lullaby.