In the land of upside-down trees,
where the sky tickles the horizon,
dreams drift like bubbles in a warm bath.
A squirrel whispers to the moon,
secrets it keeps in its fluffy tail.
Raindrops giggle as they bounce on leaves,
singing songs only the ants can hear.
When the sun yawns, colors leap,
dancing across dewdrops, playing hide-and-seek.
And somewhere, a pirate ship sails
across a puddle, commanded by a fearless rubber duck.