In a land where dreams take flight, Underneath the stars so bright, Lies a grove where magic flows, A secret only nature knows.
Whispering leaves in twilight's glow, Where ancient trees with wisdom grow. Their branches weave a tapestry, Of myths and legends, wild and free.
A unicorn with silver mane, Dances through the gentle rain. Its hooves leave trails of stardust bright, Guiding lost souls through the night.
Beneath the boughs, a dragon sleeps, In dreams of fire, it softly weeps. Its scales, like jewels, shimmer grand, A guardian of this mystic land.
Fairies flit on gossamer wings, Their laughter like a bell that rings. They weave their spells in moonlit air, With magic spun from purest care.
A waterfall with crystal streams, Reflects the light of ancient dreams. Its waters sing of time gone by, Of heroes brave and mountains high.
In this grove, where time stands still, And every breath is magic's thrill, A heart that's pure can hear the call, Of wonders great and creatures small.
So, wanderer, with spirit keen, Seek this grove in forest green. For in its heart, you'll surely find, A world of magic, unconfined.
