The boy danced with his shadow, much taller than he, scaring all the monsters from his closet.

The louder the wind sings, the more the trees dance

Every raindrop falls in hopes of building an ocean.

When I was small, I thought the craters in the moon were its smiling face, now that I've grown I'm convinced.

Every kite that breaks loose becomes a star, completing the constellations children trace with their fingers before bed.

Anything was more fun than a barrel of monkeys for the Zookeeper who cleaned their cages.

The Tooth Fairy dreams of the nightmares you have of your teeth falling out.

Athazagoraphobia is the fear of being forgotten, sometimes I worry that my car keys and dentist appointments may be sufferers.

The crab never listened to anyone, frustrating the starfish.  "It's so hard to get through to him!"  "He's just shellfish!"

The monster couldn’t sleep until his father checked the bed above, making sure there were no children on it.

You said you needed some space, so I cut holes in your ceiling at night to let the starlight in.

(reworded it a bit)

The egg shouted to the other, "Don't you dye on me!"

You loved the night sky best, so I swallowed the sun and coughed from all the solar reflux

"Sweet dreams,” she said before bed, so he built her dream house out of fruit trees as he slept.

They waltzed until the last of the world's songs ran out, turning to statues with the final bow.

(this picture reminds me so much of dancing, each piece seems to be posing)

The boy's shadow whispered to him beneath the sunlight, "You see, you're really not so small."