Page of the Zenith Caper

Sometimes I feel like a bubble in the wind, swaying and floating. Little whispers tickle my ears, telling me secrets of things unseen.
Flowers sing songs, especially the purple ones. They dance too. Only the patient know.
Imagine if clouds were made of marshmallows. Iron fences would bounce with laughter!

Once upon a time, I climbed a hill made of promises. It whispered, "Catch the stars before they giggle away."
Shoes are strange things – like boats for your feet.
Have you wondered about the moon's bedtime story? I hear it’s all about sleepy fish and dreaming mountains.