Whispers of the Carousel

In the heart of twilight, where dreams take flight, A carousel spins, a beacon of light. Its horses, silent sentinels of joy, Carry the weight of a world's delight. The warm glow embraces the cold, stark trees, A dance of shadows and golden ease. Each figure, a story untold, A mirror to the soul, where we're made whole. The carousel whispers, 'Remember to play, For in the heart of the night, we find our way.' Its wheels turn slowly, a rhythm of hope, A talisman of joy, where the heart can cope. In this fleeting moment, where time seems to pause, We find ourselves in the carousel's cause. A reminder that life is a grand, endless ride, Where the magic of youth never truly dies. So step into the light, let the carousel guide, For in its glow, we find our own stride. A journey of wonder, a tale of delight, In the carousel's glow, we find our own light.