Whispers of Magic: A Lullaby for Little Wonders
Silence, now, as we tiptoe closer, because a magical moment is unfolding here. Inside a cozy cocoon, our little wonder sleeps peacefully under the moon, and each breath paints a soft sigh that weaves a picture into the lullaby.
Cheeks like rosebuds, soft and sweet, cradled by tenuous silk sheets. Small fingers curled with confidence, resting against a soft chest, a fist so small it fits your thumb, holding dreams yet to become.
Eyelashes flutter like feather fans, dancing against the whispered plans of angels who linger in the air, sharing stories only babies tell. A fleeting smile, a flash on the face that chases the shadows away from their place: mischief or fairies dancing in the hallway?
The rhythm of a deep sleep, a gentle ascent, a peaceful tower. There are no worries to cloud that innocent brow, only dreams of wonders dancing now. A butterfly with silk wings, a castle built on singing clouds.
And as we watch, a warmth arises that melts hearts as if they were in heaven. A love so pure that it cannot be hidden, blooming like a flower in the depths of your being. In this dream, so small and still, the innocence of nature’s will shines like a beacon, clear and bright, reminding us of the pure light of love.
So let us look with whispered words at this perfect image, moved by the sky. If our heart is full of love, know that we instill this magic. For sleeping babies, like this one, remind us all, under the sun, that beauty is hidden in simple things, in whispered dreams and on the wings of sleep.Go now, with a smile so broad, and carry with you, deep within your being, the memory of this peaceful vision, to fill your day with soft light. Remember, little wonders sleep, with dreams too precious for us to keep. But in their dream, soft and sweet, they share a love that completes us.
