In a land where dreams take flight, Three angels gather, ready for night. Two have wings that no longer soar, But they smile as if they have wings once more.
One with wings outstretched with grace, Guides the others through this mystical place. “Hold tight,” she whispers, “we’ll find the way, Where stars will dance and colors play.
The other two, without a care, Hold hands and dream, floating in air. With every step, their hearts ignite, For in friendship’s bond, they find new flight.
Though their wings may feel the strain, Together, they conquer any pain. They believe in magic and the moonlit skies, Where laughter lifts them and spirits rise.
Close your eyes, and you will see, These angels soaring, wild and free. For in this world of wonder and song, Imagination gives them wings, where they belong.
