In a town full of colors, where rainbows would prance, lived a girl named Amani, who loved to dance.

With a swirl and a twirl, she spun ‘round and ‘round, her hijab flowed like a cape, just above the ground.

Amani adored her hijab, so colorful and bright, It glimmered and shimmered, like stars in the night.

One day under the sun, beneath the big fluffy trees, Amani heard whispers, carried by the breeze.

"Can you come play, dear Amani so wise?" sang the voice soft as pie, crisp as morning skies.

Curious as a cat, she followed the sound, to a meadow full of magic, where wonders abound.

The flowers could talk, and the trees liked to giggle, the brook babbled jokes while the pebbles would wiggle.

“Welcome dear Amani!” yelled a butterfly in rhyme, “Join us in a game, of dance and time!”

So off she danced, spinning like a top, she danced and danced, 'til the world seemed to stop.

Amani laughed, a sound like sweet bells, filling the meadow with magical spells.

As the sun dipped low, painting the sky, Amani waved, with a gleam in her eye.

And off she went, back home to her bed, where dreams of the day danced in her head.