In moonlit dreams of Neverland, With shadows cast by Tinkerbell's flight, I once danced upon the golden sand, And soared through the velvet night. Alice's garden, curiously wide, Where logic twists like a Cheshire grin, I followed tales where whimsy tried To cradle wonder deep within. Yet now I walk with grounded feet, An adult heart, time's tethered hand, While echoes of a childhood sweet Elude me like lost grains of sand. Peter's laughter, Alice's gaze, They linger still in distant gleam— Whispered stories of my younger days That weave through the fabric of my dream. Though grown I am, I sometimes find In fleeting moments, swift and grand, A trace of what I left behind: The magic of wild, uncharted lands.