Sometimes, I walk where the grass is taller than me, and the wind whispers secrets in my ear.
I follow the paths that the clouds draw in the sky, weaving stories only I can understand.
There are places where the sun turns things gold, and I collect them like little shining memories.
Watch out for the squirrels; they have important meetings and might not let you pass.
Would you like to join me? Be careful, it's easy to get lost and find new worlds instead: