Whispers of Magic: A Lullaby for Little Wonders
Cheeks like rosebuds, soft and sweet, cradled by wispy, silken sheets. Tiny fingers curled in trust, nestled against a downy chest, a fist so small it fits your thumb, holding dreams yet to become.
Eyelashes flutter like feathery fans, dancing against whispered plans of angels lingering in the air, sharing stories only babies bear. A fleeting smile, a flicker on the face, chasing shadows from their place—mischief or fairies dancing in the hall?
The rhythm of a slumber deep, a gentle rise, a peaceful keep. No worries cloud that innocent brow, just dreams of wonder dancing now. A butterfly on silken wings, a castle built on clouds that sing.
And as we watch, a warmth does rise, melting hearts as if in skies. A love so pure, it cannot hide, blooming like a flower deep inside. In this sleep, so small and still, the innocence of nature’s will shines like a beacon, clear and bright, reminding us of love’s pure light.
So let us watch with whispered word, this perfect picture, heaven-stirred. If our hearts with love are filled, know that this magic we instilled. For sleeping babies, like this one, remind us all, beneath the sun, that beauty hides in simple things, in whispered dreams and slumber’s wings.
Go now, with a smile so wide, and carry with you, deep inside, the memory of this peaceful sight, to fill your day with gentle light. Remember, little wonders sleep, with dreams too precious for us to keep. But in their slumber, soft and sweet, they share a love that makes us complete.
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