In a forest where dreams take flight,
Roams a creature of purest light,
With a mane of stardust, eyes aglow,
Through enchanted woods it softly goes.
Beneath the moon’s gentle embrace,
It dances with an ethereal grace,
Over rivers of silver, under skies of blue,
Where the impossible always feels true.
Its horn a beacon, a shimmering ray,
Guiding lost souls whoâve lost their way,
In its presence, hope gently unfurls,
A symbol of wonder in this magical world.
Listen closely to the whispers of night,
For tales of unicorns take flight,
In the realm where dreams are born,
Magic and reality are beautifully adorned.