Cogs of Eternity

In the heart of the machine, where time whispers soft, A bird of gold and gears takes flight, Its feathers forged from the dreams of the past, Its song a symphony of cogs and wheels. Each beat of its mechanical heart, A pulse of life, a testament to the soul's resilience. Amidst the fiery leaves of autumn's embrace, It stands as a beacon of hope and transformation. The viewer sees themselves in its gaze, A reflection of their own journey, A fusion of nature and invention, A symbol of the eternal dance between man and machine. Its presence is a reminder that even in the cold embrace of technology, The spirit of life persists, A testament to the beauty of evolution, And the unyielding will to soar above the constraints of time. Let this bird be your guide, A talisman of hope and change, For in its wings, you find your own path, A journey of transformation and rebirth.