Publisher's Synopsis
She played her flute, and I understood every note.
As one by one, the words appeared and began to float.
When Spring Showers fade to Rainbows in the early morn,
Remember, Magically Fantastical Alicorns are Born.
We are the twinkle-twinkle found upon the meadow's dew.
We are the cotton-candy clouds upon a canvas of blue.
