DREAM

**Dreamcatcher’s Song**

In the quiet of night, when the world is still,
Dreams take flight over moonlit hill.
They whisper softly in the midnight air,
Weaving through stars, dancing without a care.

They come like shadows, light as a breeze,
Floating through windows, brushing the trees.
Some are sweet, like a lover’s embrace,
Others are wild, a thrilling chase.

Dreams are the colors that paint the night,
A tapestry woven in silver light.
They carry our hopes on wings so wide,
Across the seas, through the tides.

In dreams, we find the courage to soar,
To reach for heights we've never seen before.
They show us paths hidden by day,
Leading us gently where fears melt away.

Some dreams are fragile, like gossamer threads,
Spun from the wishes that rest in our heads.
Others are fierce, with a burning fire,
Fueling our hearts with unyielding desire.

They echo with laughter, with joy untold,
With stories of wonders yet to unfold.
In the land of dreams, we’re free to roam,
To explore the unknown, to find our true home.

But when the dawn comes, with its golden rays,
Dreams retreat, like mist that fades.
They leave behind a spark, a trace,
A reminder of magic, of time and space.

So hold on to your dreams, both big and small,
For in them lies the key to it all.
They’re the seeds of tomorrow, the hopes we keep,
The dreams that guide us, even in sleep.

Let them grow, let them shine,
In the garden of your mind, so divine.
For dreams are the soul’s quiet song,
Guiding us forward, where we belong.