The Fairytale Garden

Step gently, curious heart
you’ve just stumbled into the garden where logic naps in flowerbeds
and roses hum lullabies only bees understand.

A creature of lace and glittered dreams drifts between the blooms,
while cobalt-blue hands—perhaps borrowed from a forgotten fable
offer grapes like ancient treasures or temptations in disguise.

The air tastes like secrets.
The flowers eavesdrop.
And somewhere, the moon giggles behind a petal.

Alice tumbled down a rabbit hole
but here, you simply blink,
and you’re swept into a surreal sip of wonder,
dressed in a daydream stitched with whimsy and a wink.