In the quiet of the night, dreams softly unfold,
Beneath a silver moon, stories quietly told.
Shadows dance with hope in the gentle breeze,
Weaving dreams with whispers among the trees.

Stars twinkle above, painting paths unknown,
Guiding hearts to places where seeds are sown.
In dreams we wander, through realms unseen,
Where possibilities bloom, vibrant and keen.

The world slumbers, wrapped in a serene embrace,
While dreams ignite the soul’s hidden grace.
Through the misty veil of night they glide,
Dreams whisper softly, where wishes abide.

As dawn approaches, dreams slowly fade,
Leaving traces of magic gently laid.
Yet in the heart, they linger and inspire,
Fueling desires and kindling the inner fire.