In your dream-filled mind, dear child, Lies a world so soft and wild. Ideas born from thoughts reviled, Shape our life, our tale compiled.
Values, treasures, rules so learned, These ideas have life's pages turned. Like a storybook, wisdom earned, They guide our path, for which we yearned.
Knowing these ideas shines bright, Like the first star's twinkling light. They come together, in the night, Painting a world of pure delight.
With a wand of choices in your hand, In this world, you'll understand. You might discover a new land, A journey grand, just as planned.
Each story woven is truly yours, Echoing your life's tours. Within, secret doors lead to mores, Adventures abound on all the shores.
Crossroads are the forks we meet, Leading to tales so bittersweet. Whispered in the winds that greet, Or future fun, oh so neat!
Now close your eyes, my precious sight, Dream of ideas with all your might. With a lantern of wisdom shining bright, Wander this world in gentle night.
Rest now, little one, in the moon's glow, In dreams, new seeds of knowledge sow. Secrets of this world, soon you'll know, In the ebb and flow of their gentle show.
