As the moon began to rise and the stars twinkled bright,
A little child lay down, ready to say goodnight.
The room was warm and snug, with a gentle lullaby,
And a teddy bear to hug as the night drifted by.
With eyes slowly closing under the moon's soft gleam,
The little child whispered, "Take me to my dream."
Up in the sky, where the stars like to play,
In a land made of wishes, where night turns to day.
On a shooting star, they flew through the night,
Past planets and comets in a wondrous flight.
The galaxies twirled in a dance so grand,
In this magical place, where dreams were planned.
As the night whispered farewell and dawn softly crept,
The little child awoke, from the world where they leapt.
With a stretch and a yawn, and a smile so wide,
They remembered their journey, with joy and pride.
The night had been kind, with dreams like a song,
And the little child knew where they truly belong.
In a world full of wonder, both near and afar,
Goodnight and sweet dreams, my dear little star.
