In the silent whispers of the night,
Creativity takes its flight,
Beyond the realms of ordinary sight,
Crafting wonders, pure and bright.

Ideas bloom like flowers in spring,
Each one a unique, vibrant thing,
In the garden of the mind’s wing,
Where endless possibilities sing.

Through the canvas of the vast unknown,
Imagination’s seeds are sown,
With every stroke, a world is shown,
A masterpiece, our very own.

So let the heart and soul unite,
In the dance of creation’s light,
For in the boundless, starry night,
Lies the essence of our creative might.