In the meadow of forgotten stars,
Little breezes tell stories of old.
Stories of the moon's shy smile,
And the sun's playful gleams...
Tiny wishes weave like silver threads,
Between heartbeats and the ticking clouds.
Giggles hidden in raindrops聽trust,
As they kiss the daisies on their way fall.
The stars listen,
Wrapped in night’s tender whispers.
Like a cradle rocking memories soft,
Lost but never aloneᕗᕗᕗ