Deep in forests magical,
Beyond the veil of time,
We reach the unicorn abode,
Where music rhythms rhyme,

Where healing pinks and purples meet,
A dream-like scene surreal,
With crystal chambers in the earth,
We finally can heal,

The unicorns, though hidden still,
Appear to those who roam,
Who have no other path at hand,
Who call this moment home,

Revealed now in their fullest form,
As magic as can be,
But only for the humble,
Who believe in what they see.