In the quiet of the night, dreams softly land,
Whispering tales of futures yet to be,
With gentle hands they guide, ever so grand,
Crafting visions of what life could foresee.

Through starlit skies and fields of endless green,
Our hopes take flight on wings of silver light,
In dreams, we chase the unknown yet serene,
As life’s tapestry weaves through day and night.

Each dream a seed, in fertile minds they grow,
Nurtured by the warmth of heart’s desire,
In the gardens of our soul, they sow,
Blooming with passion, setting hearts on fire.

Awake, we walk the path our dreams have traced,
With steady steps, we journey through the haze,
For in those dreams, our courage is embraced,
Lighting our way through life’s intricate maze.