In the emerald woods where fairies play,  
Beneath a sky of shimmering array,  
A daydream forms in a whispered sigh,  
Where magic reigns and dreams can fly.  

Dragons soar above the silver streams,  
And castles gleam with enchanting beams.  
In this realm of wonder, time stands still,  
As whispers of ancient forests instill.  

Lost in the beauty of this fantasy land,   
I drift away, led by a mystical hand.  
Through misty valleys and starlit skies,  
In a daydream where reality dies.