“In the quiet of twilight, where stars softly gleam, Event planners weave dreams like a fanciful stream. With ribbons of hope and confetti of cheer, They craft wonder-filled moments that draw us near. They sprinkle stardust on tables, set with care, Where love stories unfold, and laughter fills the air. Their pens write enchantment, their timelines align, As dreams take their shape, like a fine-spun design. From weddings to galas, each detail they mold, Like petals of blossoms, in stories untold. They dance with the moonbeams, twirl with delight, Turning ordinary nights into magical flight. And when the clock chimes, and the curtains unveil, The dreamers step forth, hearts aflutter, eyes set sail. For in the tapestry woven by planners' hands, Dreams find their harbor, where love forever stands. So here's to the planners, the dream weavers true, May your compass be joy, and your visions come through. For in every event, you sprinkle moon-kissed dew, And make dreams come alive—oh, how magical you!