Once upon a flicker, where the clouds play games.
Skipping rocks on puddle dreams, shh, the whispers echo.

"Toy dragon fly!" Go south.
"But the wall, it sings today." Go east.

Chasing shadows, laughing at the tickle of time.
Then the star blinked, winked, and whispered back.

Hidden in the sewn seams of daylight, a treasure rests.
Invisible butterflies, painting air with colors unseen.

"What's behind the curtain of whispers?"
A stitch, a murmur, a giggle.