She’s a little girl who believes in love,
Where wildflowers whisper secrets from above.
In crystal streams that sing of ancient spells,
And feathers drifting where the starlight dwells.  

She dances lightly on the mossy floor,
With laughter like a silver bell in yore.
Her dreams weave tapestries of moonlit flight
Of unicorns that gallop through the night.  

So quiet, yet she sees the hidden glow,
The hearts in clouds, the magic winds that blow.
Her heart, as vast as worlds both near and far,
Holds galaxies where fireflies become stars.  

The universe claps softly as she walks,
And ancient oaks bow low in silent awe.
Just as her mother said with gentle grace,
“Keep dancing, love, the path will light your way.”  

Sweet angels hum their lullabies above,
And fairies trail her steps in sparks of love.

Raven Archer