In realms of wonder, a child does roam,

With imagination, their kingdom, their home.

In fields of dreams, where the wild winds blow,
They dance with stars in an endless show.

With eyes aglow like the moonlit night,

They paint the sky with colors bright.
In their hands, the world is spun,
A tapestry of tales, never undone.

Through forests deep, they skip and play,

Where creatures whisper and shadows sway.
With each step, a story unfolds,
In their world, mysteries are told.

They ride on dragons, swift and bold,

In lands of legends, untold, untold.
Their laughter echoes through the trees,
In their heart, the world finds ease.

With a flicker of thought, a spark of light,

They conjure castles, gleaming white.
In sands of time, they build and mold,
A universe of wonders, to behold.

Oh, child of imagination, pure and free,

Your spirit soars, unfettered and key.
In your dreams, the universe finds its song,
For in your mind, all things belong.