Our Own World

In a quiet corner of our own world,

Where whispers dance through ancient trees,

We craft a haven, softly unfurled,

Where dreams drift by on gentle breeze.

Here, the sky paints shades of gold,

And rivers sing in silver tones,

Every story softly told,

In a realm of heart and stones.

Time slows down in this embrace,

As shadows waltz with twilight’s hue,

We find our peace in this safe space,

In our own world, we weave the light,

Of hopes and love and endless night,