Whispering winds carry tales of cotton candy clouds,
and rivers made of honey that tickle the stars.
Somewhere, deep in the fluff, sits a sleepy turtle wearing a crown.
Stars hiding in the velvet sky wonder why turtles dream.
Spinning worlds of candy corn and pumpkin pie,
where wishes are stuffed like pillows in every tree.
Little owls wear glasses and read books upside down,
wondering what it means to sing a merry tune.
The gravity wells of emotions pull softly,
like giant gentle hands cradling the heart of the moon.
And if you listen close, you'll hear the secret:
every dream forgotten is a wish waiting to float free.