Wings of Fantasy

Underneath the glowing sky,

Where the feathers fly high,

A dance of dreams, in a floral sky.

Colors burst in vibrant hues,

A garden where the wild museues,

Lies of magic, tales of truths,

In a world that loves to enthuse.

Hear the call of the dance, in the night,

Where shadows play in the pale moonlight.

Lift your voice, sing along,

In this mystical song.

Fly on wings of fantasy,

Through the floral symphony,

Mythical birds in the sky,

Guide us high and fly.

Whispers of the ancient lore,

Flowing through the floral decor,

Echoes of the joyful roar,

In the rhythm, soar.

Hear the call of the dance, in the night,

Where shadows play in the pale moonlight.

Lift your voice, sing along,

In this mystical song.

Fly on wings of fantasy,

Through the floral symphony,

Mythical birds in the sky,

Guide us high and fly.

In the heart of magical trees,

Dancing in the breeze,

Join the melody, be free,

In this fantasy.

Soaring high above the hue,

Forever in this view,

Where dreams and colors fuse,

And love ensues.