Silent Majesty
Reflection
In the quiet embrace of shadows, a soul stands tall,
Its fur a cascade of whispers, a symphony of light.
The eyes, windows to an ancient world, hold the weight of time,
A silent witness to the dance of stars and the rhythm of the earth.
Each strand of fur, a thread in the tapestry of existence,
A testament to the wild, untamed beauty of nature's grace.
The darkness around it is not a void, but a canvas,
A backdrop that allows the luminous spirit to shine.
This being, neither man nor beast, yet both,
Stands as a bridge between the seen and the unseen.
Its gaze, a mirror reflecting the depths of our own souls,
A reminder of the wildness that resides within us all.
In its stillness, there is a power, a quiet strength,
A call to embrace the wild, to find our own silent majesty.
For in the quiet, we find our truth, our courage, our freedom,
And in the gaze of this being, we see ourselves, transformed.