Kingdoms of Crayon and Cloud
A Dreamscape of Childhood Wonder

We built forts from laundry baskets
and capes from towels,
declaring kingdoms on kitchen tiles,
ruling with juice-box wisdom
and macaroni crowns.
We marched with dandelion spears,
into backyards turned wild jungles,
roaring at wind-chimes
like brave explorers,
feet muddy with glory.
In sidewalk chalk runes
we summoned secret spells—
ice cream rains,
bubble beasts,
and hopscotch portals
to upside-down worlds.
We chased shadows
that looked like griffins,
hid messages in cereal boxes,
traded giggles like treasure
under the sun-bleached swing set sky.
Our laughter flew like paper planes,
carrying wishes past the treetops,
into the hush of star-pricked dusk
where lightning bugs blinked
like enchanted code.
We curled like commas
on blanket-raft beds,
floating on hush and hush
as lullabies swam through air.
And before sleep claimed us,
we pinky-promised
to meet in tomorrow's dreams—
barefoot and brave
beneath the moon’s soft smile.


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