In the quiet whispers of the night, dreams unfold,
Painting skies with hues of gold,
They beckon us to realms untold,
Where courage and wonders take hold.

Starry visions guide our way,
Through endless fields where shadows play,
Each step we take, a new array,
Of hope and light in the break of day.

Dreams are the wings that lift our soul,
To far-off lands where we are whole,
They weave a tale that makes us bold,
In pursuit of goals, we hold.

So let us dream with eyes so bright,
Embrace the magic of the night,
For in our dreams, we find our light,
And scale the peaks of endless height.