Weaving dreams

In the glowing night sky,

She soared with wings of silk.

Colors shining in the silence,

Weaving dreams with fragrant ilk.

In the forest of dreams, she walks,

Where everything pulses with life.

Touching stars with a gentle hand,

Releasing magic through the skies.

A delicate whisper in the dark,

Opens the doors to endless dreams.

Every butterfly holds a secret,

Carried on wings to peaceful streams.