In a village nestled, quiet and still,
Lies a secret atop the hill.
When the moon is full and the sky is bright,
A moonbow appears in the velvet night.
Soft hues of lavender, gold, and blue,
Whispering dreams both old and new.
Little Mira, with a heart so kind,
Longed for the bridge the moon designed.
One summer night, as she lay in bed,
A silvery glow through her window spread.
She peeked outside and gasped in awe,
The moonbow’s magic she clearly saw.
A gentle voice called, “Step and see,
The wonders beyond, just meant to be.”
Her slippers lifted, her heart took flight,
Walking the moonbow, a path of light.
Stars swirled round, their laughter sweet,
Sprinkling stardust beneath her feet.
“Welcome, Mira,” they chimed with glee,
“To the Land of Lullabies, come and see!”
The trees glowed softly, the rivers sang,
Fireflies danced, and their light just rang.
Paths of stardust led the way,
To dreams that bloomed like night to day.
Luna, the owl, with wings so wide,
Offered Mira a magical ride.
“To the Dreamer’s Meadow, we’ll take flight,
Where glowing sheep hum through the night.”
In the meadow, bubbles rose so high,
Dreams for children under the sky.
“Send one to your brother,” Luna said,
And Mira sent wishes for his bed.
Through firefly carousels and a silver swan,
She wandered till nearly the break of dawn.
Flowers hummed her favorite tune,
Beneath the gaze of a glowing moon.
The stars grew dim, and Luna sighed,
“The moonbow fades with morning’s tide.”
Mira stepped back with a heavy heart,
Knowing the dawn meant they must part.
“Will I return?” she whispered low,
The stars around her began to glow.
“Keep kindness alive within your heart,
And the moonbow’s magic will never depart.”
Back in her bed, the morning came,
Her heart still glowing, never the same.
Every night, in her dreams so sweet,
The moonbow awaited, their paths to meet.