In the heart of ancient forests, where magic softly weaves,
Lies a world of whispered tales, beneath the timeless leaves.
Fairies dance on silver streams, where moonlight gently plays,
Weaving dreams and casting spells in the twilight’s tender haze.

Among the towering oaks, where shadows softly fall,
Creatures of the night emerge, answering the call.
A dragon’s breath, a unicorn’s grace, in hidden glades they meet,
In the symphony of fairy tales, where fantasy and reality greet.

The nightingale sings of love, in notes so pure and clear,
While the gentle breeze carries tales that only dreamers hear.
Stars like diamonds in the sky, guiding lost souls home,
To the realms of endless wonder, where the wild spirits roam.

As dawn approaches softly, painting skies in hues of gold,
The enchanted world retreats, its mysteries untold.
Yet in the hearts of those who dream, the magic never fades,
For in the realm of fairy tales, eternity is made.