Beneath the silver moon’s gentle embrace,
In the whispering woods where fairies dance,
Their laughter mingles with the night’s grace,
In a realm of dreams, where time takes a chance.

Gossamer wings flutter in twilight’s glow,
Sprinkling stardust upon the dewy leaves,
In a secret world where only dreamers go,
A tapestry of magic that never deceives.

Echoes of ancient songs weave through the air,
Carried by the wind in melodies sweet,
Guiding lost souls with tender care,
To the heart of the forest, where enchantment is complete.

In this hidden grove, where mysteries unfold,
The fairies dance in circles of light,
Guardians of stories yet untold,
In the eternal embrace of the night.