When the dark soul of the

When the dark soul of the night comes calling,
Follow the moon where the soft moss grows.
Unicorns sleep by the silver stream,
And the fae keep watch where the wildflowers glow.

Come rest your heart where the quiet things play,
Keep the flame alive, let it light the way.
Share your small spark with the souls in the night—
A little bit of wonder can make the dark feel right.

Leave all your worries beneath the fern,
Let the cool creek carry them far away.
The fae hum low and the bright horns gleam,
Here you can breathe, here you can play.

If someone’s lost in the midnight deep,
Be the kind light they can find.
There’s room at this haven, there’s warmth to keep—
No one has to face the dark alone.

Rest by the stream till the shadows depart;
Take a little wonder, and share it by heart.