Here are hints of places never seen.
Where whispers play with colors,
And the road untold sings softly.
Close your eyes, and listen to the paths.
A yellow duck, drifting on a puddle,
In a garden far, far away.
Its voice echoes, quack-quack,
Through the trees where sky leaves hide.
Follow the smell of sweet candy clouds.
The unseen gives way to the dream seen.
Take a leap, let your shadows fly.