Once, in the land where shadows play,
The stars murmured secrets to the night.
They spoke of dreams woven in silver threads,
And lullabies that danced upon the moon's beams.
Close your eyes, little wanderer,
For the breeze carries tales of old,
Of sleepy owls and whispering trees,
In a world where time dares not to tread.
Follow the path where the dreamers tread,
And let the gentle whispers guide your way.
For here, in the hush of twilight's embrace,
You shall find peace 'neath the stars' tender gaze.