In a quaint little town, where flowers always bloom, lived a wise Grandmother with stories full of room.

Her niece, little Lucy, loved to hear her tales, about magical creatures and tickling whale tails.

One sunny afternoon, under a sprawling oak tree, Grandmother said, 'Lucy, come sit by me.'

‘Life,’ she began, ‘is like a big, grand fair, with twists, turns, laughter, and enough to spare.’

'There's a lot you can learn, both great and small, like why the chubby cats climb the wall.'

‘In the morning dew, you’ll find answers true, in the whispers of the breeze, there are hints of what to do.’

So, whenever you’re down, with a furrow and frown, just twirl like the leaves and wear a giggly gown.

‘Remember, my Lucy, you hold the key, to make any day as bright as can be.’

Lucy asked, with a twinkle in her eye, 'Does that mean I can make ice cream fly?'

Grandmother laughed, ‘Oh my dear, why not? With imagination, there's no telling what you've got!'

So they spent the day, dreaming and rhyming, with Lucy intent on her whimsical timing.

And as the sun began to set in the sky, Lucy felt her heart lift, light as a butterfly.

For she knew, with Grandmother’s love so near, she could face anything, without any fear.