In the land of colors,
beneath a singing sky,
where the sun whispers secrets
and the clouds giggle.
There are trails of tickle stars,
waiting for you to catch
a twinkling smile.
Step softly, for they dance.
Songs of the river giggle,
bubbling with silly thoughts,
splashing dreams as boats
made of paper sails away.
Follow the winding path,
through fields of dreams,
to the place where stories
sleep and wishes bloom.