A ribboned road through silence winds,
Where thread-tall trees in pastel lines
Stand still and soft beneath the skies,
All stitched with dreams and dyed sunrise.
Each cloud a patch, each hue a hum,
Of yarn-wrapped thoughts where colors drum.
No footsteps here, just drifting peace—
A woven world where worries cease.
So walk the path, no need to stray,
You’re safe and warm on Threadlight Way.
Made with love and wools
