Once upon a time, in a place called Upwards Land, the roots of plants decided that the sky was their friend. They waved happily, sparkling stars in the darkness.
The ground, soft and silent, whispered secrets only the roots could understand. "The clouds tickle!" they said, "Let's grow where the tickling happens."
Tiny lights giggled and danced around, like fireflies in a ballet. "We glow with you, dear roots," they chimed, gentle and sweet.
While the world below rested, the roots reached for the glowing moon, dreaming of a sky garden. "Can we be trees of the air?" they wondered, wrapping around the dreams of stars.