Beneath the starry cover of the night,
We venture forth to realms of dreams unknown,
Where wonders bloom in landscapes of our own,
And through our slumber, we find a guiding light.
With each repose, our weary souls take flight,
Gaining strength for tasks yet to be shown,
In sleep’s embrace, our spirits are re-grown,
To face the challenges of morning bright.
Though some may see in sleep a sign of sloth,
It grants us rest to face the day ahead,
A pause to gather strength, to quench our wroth.
In dreams, our deepest fears may lie in bed,
Yet in their depths, we find the strength we sought,
In sleep’s sweet grace, our weary souls are led.
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