In the quiet of the night, where dreams begin to weave,
I find myself adrift in realms my heart believes.
Stars paint the sky with tales of hope and gleam,
Guiding my soul through corridors of my dream.

A land where mountains touch the heavens’ embrace,
And rivers sing with a gentle, eternal grace.
Fields of gold under a sun that never fades,
Whispering secrets in the rustle of the glades.

I walk on paths of wonder, through forests deep and wide,
Where every step unveils new worlds that coincide.
The air is filled with laughter, of friends yet to be met,
Each moment a promise, a dream I won’t forget.

As dawn approaches, the dream begins to sway,
Yet the echoes of its beauty with me will stay.
For in that world of dreams, my spirit finds its flight,
Carried by the winds of hope into the morning light.