Above the sleepy hills,
The fortress of light glows.
Stars jump and twirl,
In a dance so slow.
Moon whispers secrets,
To clouds made of cream.
While all the little stars,
Sing lullabies in a stream.
Would you like to visit,
The castle in the night?
Where dreams are gathered,
And everything feels right.
Follow the silver path,
Past the willow trees.
In this world of wonder,
Everything's a breeze.
Or perhaps you'd prefer
The land of waking day?
Where flowers talk softly,
And butterflies play.