In the forest where dreams gently unfold,
A unicorn strides through the mist and the gold.
Her mane shines with the stars’ gentle light,
A silent whisper in the heart of the night.
With eyes that hold the secrets of time,
She dances beneath the ancient pine.
Her horn, a beacon of hope and grace,
Guides the lost through the endless space.
In fields where the wildflowers bloom,
She weaves through shadows, dispelling gloom.
A creature of wonder, pure and free,
A symbol of magic for all to see.
As dawn breaks with its tender embrace,
The unicorn fades into the skyâs vast space.
Yet in our hearts, she forever remains,
A timeless echo in lifeâs gentle refrains.