Down the rabbit hole

Listen to the birds,

and dance to their chirps.

Tip toe down the wires, parachute with your shirts.

Look at the sky,

and taste the clouds.

Cotton candy marshmallows, with pink icing shrouds.

Smell the humid mist,

and inhale it's silence.

Tap your fingers on the breeze, send a note to the heavens.

Taste the rusty rain,

and kiss the blushing angel.

A sip after a toast, a gush after a trickle.

Touch the vigorous sprout,

and feel them whisper:

"Follow the lines on my trunk, and just dream forever".