Wonderkind Illu Edition

A world of whispers painted soft in pastels,
Where clouds are cotton, drifting weightless, free.
The sun, a gentle coin with golden glow,
Spills light like cream across the endless sea.

A fox reclines on hills of lilac grass,
Its tail a brushstroke tracing open skies.
Nearby, a teapot perches on a stump,
Its steam a spiral drifting as it flies.

The trees wear sweaters, knitted loose with care,
Their roots like veins that hold the earth in place.
The rivers gleam, a ribbon cast in pearl,
Their flow a melody of time and grace.

Each home is humble, windows full of light,
With doors that open wide to field and stream.
The paths meander, soft and undefined,
As if to say: Your journey shapes the dream.

The air hums low with tales of quiet days,
Of hands that craft, of laughter soft and clear.
No rush, no race, just moments pure and still,
A simple life where beauty lingers near.

So rest, and let this world enfold your soul,
A realm of ease where thoughts grow bright and wide.
For wonder is a state, a gentle pull,
That beckons all who choose to step inside.