Once upon a sunny day,
I saw my sandals turning bright.
"Can they fly like seagulls?" I thought.
Wrapped in sunbeams, they might soar,
up, up, nevermore to walk on floors.
Do sandals hum when they’re charged? Echoes of the earth’s song?
Or do they dance like shadows play,
across the sunlit sands of azure bay?
Would you believe if could be
a golden path beneath your tree-
Or do I simply weave a dream, a tapestry of summer gleams?
Want to see how far it goes? Follow the gleaming pie and the mysteries unfold...