The Dreamer's Journey
The Dreamer's Journey In a village tucked between the hills, Where time stood still and the air was still, There lived a dreamer with eyes so bright, Who sought the stars in the dead of night. Her name was Elara, a girl so fair, With raven hair and a soul that dared To chase the moon, to touch the sky, To question the stars as they passed her by. She lived in a cottage, simple and small, Beneath the great oak, where shadows fall. Her days were spent in toil and care, But her nights were filled with dreams so rare. For Elara had a secret, a longing deep, A wish to wander, to never sleep. Her heart was tied to something more, Beyond the hills, beyond the shore. One evening, as the sun began to fade, Elara sat beneath the old oak’s shade. She closed her eyes, and there it came, A vision of light, a whispering flame. The stars above began to call, A voice so soft, a voice so small. “Come, Elara, follow the light, It’s time to leave, it’s time to fight.” With tr...