"Up is the new down," said the shining star.

"Can I drink sky juice?" asked the upside-down tree.

"No, the clouds sip it best," giggled the rainbow.

And the bunnies hopped sideways, because sideways was always frontways.

"There's a mirror in every puddle!" squeaked the orange fish, leaping through sideways.

Symmetry hugs truth like a velvet blanket on a winter night.