Curious Lulu with her father so dear, headed to the forest, showing no fear.

A gust of wind blew, revealing a door, in a large tree trunk, never seen before.

Beyond the door were steps, narrow and steep, and down they climbed, into darkness deep.

They found magical rooms, filled with twinkling lights, their eyes gleamed with amazement, at the wonderful sights.

They first took a ride on a unicorn so white, across a beautiful bridge, in the starry night.

They danced with pixies under a mushroom's shade, laughing and twirling, in a merry parade.

And then they were led them to a friendly dragon's lair, they shared stories and laughter, without a care.

Eventually, they found the last set of stairs, climbing up with a mix of excitement and cares.

They emerged from a concealed trap door, in their own back garden, their adventure was over, yet the memories wouldn't harden.

No one saw them return, not a soul was aware, of the magical journey, they happened to share.

Just in time for tea, they sat down to dine, their hearts filled with joy, their eyes with a shine.

Was this a made-up adventure? Or was it really true? That's a secret kept by Lulu, and her dad too.