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