In the quiet of the night, dreams softly unfold,
Weaving tapestries of hope, in colors bold.
They whisper secrets of a future untold,
In the silent moonlight, their stories are told.

Dreams are the wings that let our spirits fly,
Beyond the horizon, to the endless sky.
They are the stars that light up our night,
Guiding us gently, with their ethereal light.

In dreams, we find courage to face our fears,
They dry our sorrows and wipe away tears.
With every dream, a new dawn is near,
Filling our hearts with hope and cheer.

So hold on to your dreams, let them soar high,
For they are the compass to the sky.
In their embrace, find your true call,
Dreams are the magic that resides within us all.