In a land where whimsy weaves,
A headless giraffe, among the leaves.
With petals bright in the woolen sky,
Where clouds embrace and dreams fly high.
Two clouds mingle, soft and free,
Sharing laughter, a sweet decree.
The sun, an egg, in golden hue,
Cradles the world with warmth anew.
A tapestry spun from fantasy's thread,
Where imagination dances, unbound, widespread.
In this magical space, let your heart roam,
For in the realm of dreams, you'll find your home.
Made with love and wools
