In a Land

Wool made out of the happiest cloud extract,
hooves made out of the fillings of the mushiest beanbag granting a smooth bouncy journey over the hills of lush grass leading into the sunset. Back down to me and my family and we decided to keep it.
It was meant to be passed to a cousin up far in Queensland but they were moving higher up so it got set
Happily hiding in a room with things of all shapes and sizes.
Happily hiding in a cradle high over land.
Happily hiding in a cave of pillows waiting for me to arrive.
But at the end of the day he does not move nor speak but I know he has a heart to.