Luminous Isle

In the depths of a dreamy night, a lighthouse stands tall, A beacon of hope, where shadows softly fall. The trees, like sentinels of old, guard the mystic shore, As vibrant orbs of light dance, and the world is reborn. The colors swirl, a kaleidoscope of delight, A celebration of life, in all its shimmering light. The lighthouse, a symbol of guidance, shines bright and true, A haven for the soul, where dreams and reality renew. In this enchanting isle, where magic is real, The heart finds solace, and the spirit starts to heal. The beauty of the world, in all its forms, is revealed, As the light of the lighthouse, our deepest selves, conceal.