In the heart of the enchanted woods,
Where whispers of old tales reside,
The moonlight dances with shadows,
And dreams in silence abide.

Beneath the canopy of stars so bright,
The fairies weave their golden threads,
Crafting stories of courage and might,
In the land where magic spreads.

A gentle breeze sings lullabies,
To the leaves that sway in time,
While the brook hums a melody,
Of ancient lore and rhyme.

In this realm of wonder and grace,
Where every heart finds its song,
The tales of yore awaken anew,
In dreams where we all belong.