In the heart of the endless night,
Where stars weave tales of old,
A whisper of wonder takes flight,
In dreams of silver and gold.

The moon, a guardian in the sky,
Watches over the silent lands,
And in the cool breeze passing by,
Lies magic spun from ancient hands.

In the forest, where shadows play,
Mysteries linger in the air,
As creatures of night softly sway,
To melodies beyond compare.

Let us wander through these dreams,
Where every moment is a story,
In the gentle glow of moonbeams,
We find our path to wonder’s glory.