Once upon a time, there were big lizards.
The sand turned hard and sleepy. The lizards became stories.
Little children play with these stories, like toys in the sun.
Sometimes, the rocks want to talk, but their voices are old and dusty.
We listen with ears made of dreams and eyes painted with wonder.
Did you know? The sky was purple when the dinosaurs danced!
Here, the ground holds whispers of leaves and chirps from the past.
Time tick-tocked too slowly, so the sun tickled the stars to wake them.