In a land where the sun whispers secrets to the breeze,
Shadows jump and skip, leaving tales untold.
Their voices, soft as the midnight song of stars, echo in waves.

Once upon a ripple, there dwelled a floating thought:

• A pebble dreams of mountains tall and proud.
• Clouds sail on winds that tickle their fluffy tails.
• The moon plays hide and seek with sleepy waves.

Drift where silence speaks

Wander to the song of sunbeams