RIVERIE

In the gentle embrace of solitary hours,
Imagination unfurls its delicate flowers,
A canvas blank, awaiting dreams to paint,
A world of marvels, free from constraint.

Oh, the beauty of dreams in daytime's hold,
A realm where fantasies brightly unfold,
In the silence, whispers of hopes take flight,
Guided by the sun's warm, nurturing light.

Within the solitude, the soul finds its wings,
Soaring through realms where anything sings,
Visions dance like dappled sunbeams,
In the stillness, weaving enchanting dreams.

In this sacred space, time seems to stand,
As dreams weave their magic across the land,
The heart's desires, unfettered and free,
Blossom forth in this tranquil reverie.

Oh, the beauty of dreams in solitude's embrace,
A sanctuary where fantasies find their place,
In the day's quiet, where thoughts softly glide,
Dreams bloom and flourish, side by side.