The Witch, the Sword, and the Magical Castle
Once upon a time, with a joyful cheer,
Two bulls jumped high, full of fun and no fear.
Arman, just five, with a green apple to munch,
Sat on a rock, enjoying his lunch.
Eliza, seven, in the garden did play,
Smelling flowers on a sunny day.
With little Amara, so cheerful and bright,
They laughed together, a wonderful sight.
Aryan, so brave, just six years old,
Faced a T-Rex, so fierce and bold.
With courage and strength, he stood so tall,
Ready to fight, he gave it his all.
Then Aryan and Arman, on a jet ski they flew,
Over waves so high, the waters they knew.
Eliza and Amara on the swing did glide,
With laughter and joy, side by side.
But oh no! Here comes Cruella, so sly,
With an evil plan, under a darkening sky.
She wanted the children, her heart full of greed,
But their father Adoola would not let her succeed.
Adoola, so strong, with a sword in hand,
Defeated the witch, made her leave the land.
Sanana, their mother, with a heart full of grace,
Joined Adoola to keep their family safe.
Together they soared to a castle in the sky,
Where magic and wonder filled every eye.
Aryan and Arman on cheetahs took flight,
While unicorns carried the girls with delight.
The family now safe, with hearts full of cheer,
Lived happily ever after, with nothing to fear.
In the magical castle, under the bright blue dome,
They found love, laughter, and a perfect home.
The end, dear child, now close your eyes tight,
Dream of adventures in the soft moonlight.
For in your dreams, you can fly so high,
Just like the family in the castle in the sky.
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