The orchestral song of birds, wishes hang at new heights, as if they were delicate kites. Beneath its tall green trees, dim lanterns patiently wait to be set ablaze. Dreams do come true, glowing rich azure blue, gyroscooter for you. Soaring with excitement, like a firework bursting in the sky, teeming with pride. Concrete pathways full of memories, laden by the scent of pine, they glide. Riding with grace, around this familiar place, the trails to uncover. The gift held so dear, to travel and discover. Together they hover.'