In a moonlit garden where crickets croon,
Daffodils sway to a silvery tune.
Dragonflies gather with wings that gleam,
Weaving magic into a sparkling dream.
“Oh daffodils bright,” the dragonflies sing,
“Your golden bells make the night take wing.
Under the stars that softly gleam,
We’ll tell you tales from a magical stream.”
The daffodils giggle, their petals aglow,
Bathed in the moonlight’s silvery flow.
The flowers dance in a graceful trance,
As dragonflies flutter in rhythmic expanse.
“Dear roses red and daisies white,”
The dragonflies hum in the soft moonlight.
“We bring you dreams, so sweet and rare,
Of forest glades and enchanted air.”
The tulips cry out, “Oh, take us there,
To the magic stream where wonders flare!”
The flowers lean closer, their petals agape,
To hear of a land where dreams take shape.
“Close your eyes,” the dragonflies say,
“Let moonlight guide your dreams away.
We’ll tell you tales from lands afar,
Of dragons and streams under the star.”
Their whispers wrap the blooms in a spell,
Of magical lands where wonders dwell.
“Sleep now, sweet blooms, and drift to play,
In the land of dreams where dragons stay.”
The garden falls still under starlit skies,
As flowers dream of the dragonflies.
And if you listen on a quiet night,
You’ll hear their wings in soft moonlight.
So, little dreamer, close your eyes,
Think of the daffodil dragonflies.
Their magical garden, where dreams come true,
Holds a place of wonder just for you.
Goodnight, sweet child, and drift to streams,
Where dragonflies sing and the moonlight beams.
Let their wings carry you to enchanted skies,
Where daffodils dance under dreamy sighs.