THE UNICORN

In the realm of dreams, where magic dwells,

A creature wondrous, the unicorn, excels.

With grace and beauty, it roams free,

A symbol of purity, for all to see.

Its coat, as white as the purest snow,

A mane that shimmers, with a heavenly glow.

A single horn adorns its noble head,

A testament to strength, where legends are spread.

In enchanted forests, where fairies dance,

The unicorn prances, in a mystical trance.

Its steps, as light as a gentle breeze,

Leaving behind traces, of ethereal ease.

With eyes that gleam, like stars at night,

It sees through darkness, with its radiant light.

A creature of dreams, untamed and wild,

Yet gentle and kind, like an innocent child.

Legends speak of its magical ways,

Granting wishes, in enchanted displays.

Beloved by all, it brings hope and cheer,

A symbol of magic, that draws us near.

Oh, majestic unicorn, forever be,

A symbol of wonder and fantasy.

In our hearts, you'll forever reside,

A creature of dreams, in which we confide.

So, let us embrace the unicorn's grace,

And let its magic fill every space.

For in its presence, we find solace and peace,

A reminder of love, that will never cease.