In the hush of twilightâs glow,
Where shadows dance on emerald leaves,
A gentle breeze begins to sow,
The stories that the night believes.
Beneath the boughs of ancient trees,
Fairy whispers softly sing,
Of kingdoms lost and oceans seized,
And dreams that only starlight brings.
The brook that winds through mossy stone,
Carries secrets old and deep,
Tales of heroes, hearts, and thrones,
Guarded in the forestâs keep.
As night unfolds its velvet shroud,
The magic stirs with every breeze,
In the land where dreams are loud,
And fairy tales float on the seas.