In the land where the sun sleeps,
Little stars sing secrets.
Time is a friend, walking in circles,
Holding hands with tiny dreams.
To enter the garden of wishes,
One must listen to the murmurs of trees.
The ritual is simple,
A dance beneath the watchful moon.
Round and round the circle goes,
Each step a heartbeat in the sand.
When the dawn whispers gently,
You'll find the path to the hidden land.