Once upon a moon pale night,
A tune flitted, shy and light.
It whispered through the dancing trees,
Carrying tales of long-lost keys.
Step, step, step through leaves,
Heart skips, the echo weaves.
Tread softly or they may hear,
Laughter rings, the sprite draws near.
Beyond the hills, where shadows play,
Some dreams never drift away.
Tethered by the gentle song,
Nightime hums where whispers belong.
Leap, leap, shoes untied,
Shadows bend and secrets hide.
Toe the line where echoes break,
Find the paths the sprites forsake.