Once upon a forgotten time, where the clouds wear smiles, and the trees whisper secrets.
A little frog hopped into dreams, thinking the moon was a cookie. Round and frosty, oh how it shined!
A butterfly made of colors that don’t exist, kissed the air like a song. Did you hear it?
The sun chases the shadows, and they giggle behind the corners of the lost park.
It’s a pebble dropped in a still pond—ripples spread outwards, lost to the horizon.
Sometimes thoughts are like rainbows, but sometimes—
They fall into the cracks, hiding from the laughter of the day.
They say you can catch a dream with a net of stars, and what do they do next? They slip through your fingers!
Oh, exquisite rituals of thoughts, take me far away to forgotten worlds where shadows find their voices.