Sometimes the wind whispers secrets,
To the trees standing tall, they talk in circles.
Leaves dance like children in rain,
Wiggle wiggle, see the stars through vines.
They fold and unfold stories of clouds and dreams.
Clouds whisper, where do they go?
A petal fell, a wish made true,
In colors that never grew.
Green circles curl under the sun,
Hiding giggles, oh, how they run!
A path of stones smiles at you.
Follow the fun, to where it's not blue.
Gigantic mushrooms, polka-dot hats,
They tickle the noses of sleeping cats.
What's that down by the river’s hum?
Rhymes with dimes, a jig with a drum.
Sentences skip on the puddled floor,
Through whispers and echoes, they wish for more.
When the sun yawns, the moon creeps,
On dream leaves, kaleidoscope sleeps.
The night owl’s riddle, a wise tale told,
In forests where night glimmers gold.
Follow the glow, wait for the dawn.