Book of Stories

I hear the whispering words go into my ears
they tell me words I don't understand
when I go to bed I open up my book
then all the pictures say to me
"let us out,
let us free,
let us be in groups of threes,
so we don't get lost in deserts and trees"
My soul is filled with beauty like
I want to jump up to a cloud filled with fairy floss
my heart is covered up with colour
that's why I love it