In Fluffernoon Forest where the yarn trees grow,
Each branch is a giggle, each leaf a rainbow.
The sky hums in threads of a nap-colored blue,
And the clouds puff with whispers of peppermint dew.
Paths curl like ribbons through sherbet soft hills,
With footsteps that bounce like the coziest thrills.
Creatures of cuddle and buttons for eyes,
Peek from the bushes in stitched up surprise.
Here, time drifts like lullabies sung by the breeze,
And sunlight is filtered through warm woolen trees.
You won’t need a map, just follow your smile
Fluffernoon welcomes each dreamer in style.
A world made of softness, of laughter and light,
Where afternoons stretch into yarn colored night.
So come take a step, let your worries be tossed
In Fluffernoon Forest, no moment is lost.
Made with love and wools
