(Series) Beneath the Blossoms

Beneath the blossoms’ gentle shade,

Where moonlight glows and shadows fade,

A sleeping world begins to gleam,

Alive within a waking dream.

Where petals drift like whispered streams,

And magic flows in silver beams.

Here, fae and dreamers softly meet,

With silent song, serene and sweet.

Between the waking and the sleep,

A place where tender secrets keep.

Come step beneath the blossoms’ light,

Where dreamers waken in the night.