The moon snored softly last night.
Fish ride bicycles under the sun's watchful eye.
Whispering shadows sing lullabies to the stars.
In the garden, carrots tell jokes to the cabbage.
Clouds drink tea while pondering the rain.

Sometimes we look, sometimes we smile, sometimes the clock turns backward, and we fly.

In a quiet room, the corner mouse tells stories that children forget until stories are dreams with sounds like leaves rustling away ghosts.

Would you like to join a cloud for tea? Or perhaps visit the bicycle fish?

Follow the echo Chase the moon's snore Taste the star's lullaby