Music seeps into the ground. Nourishing. Laughs tumble too. Windows to other worlds break. Spreading light. Hazy fingerprints left alone. Reflective surfaces confuse. While tapes of memories reply. Keys are left abandoned. Freckled children hum. Birds dance. Clouds sway backwards reaching for fallen stars. Wind cradles leaves. Like a baby boy. Just born. Seashells line the ocean’s floor. Burnt colors collide. Treasure is created. Summer tiptoes past the rain and into the waves he plays. In this sweet world,the sky sings a lullaby. The sun chases the moon. Everything is possible.