Ancient Guardians
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where ancient forests sleep,
A sentinel turtle watches secrets keep.
With armor worn, and eyes that gleam,
It guards the creatures of a mystic dream.
The piglet stands, with curious stare,
As smaller forms gather, without a care.
The forest whispers truths, both old and new,
In this still scene, where myth and magic brew.
A moment's peace, in a timeless land,
Where creatures roam, hand in mystic hand.