In a land where whispers paint the sky,
Beneath the moon’s soft, glowing gleam,
Unicorns with silver wings do fly,
In the enchanted forest of dreams.

Their horns, like starlight, pierce the night,
As they dance on clouds of pure delight,
With every step, a world anew,
A symphony of colors, bright and true.

Through emerald leaves and crystal streams,
They weave their magic, spinning seams,
Of hope and love, of joy untold,
In stories whispered, brave and bold.

So close your eyes and take a flight,
To where the unicorns unite,
In dreams, they wait with wings unfurled,
To guide you through their wondrous world.