In the heart of a moonlit grove,
Where ancient trees in whispers speak,
There lies a realm of dreams untold,
A place where magic dares to peek.

Through silver streams and emerald glades,
Fairies dance with wings so bright,
Their laughter echoes through the shade,
As stars illuminate the night.

From crystal caves to misty moors,
Dragons soar with fiery breath,
Guardians of secrets pure,
In a land untouched by death.

Here, time stands still, a fleeting wisp,
In the enchanted forest deep,
Where every tale and every wish,
Is guarded by the night’s soft sleep.