From my son, a school project of his own

The dreams in the night:

Here comes the fleeting night
In which dreams come aflight.
A sighing bed holding a snoring head
A child doing what his mother said.

Stars ahead with dreams below
Of galloping horses.
And dragons in a glide
Of flowers in a golden glade.

Knights in shining armor bravely pledging
Their lives on the line.
For the kingdom they protect
That kingdom inside every child.