Whispering Wings

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A gentle soul sits, lost in thought's gray. Feathers rustle, a whispered sigh, As moonlight dances, catching the eye. The forest whispers secrets, dark and deep, And in its heart, a mystic slumber keep. The wings, a canvas of colors bright, Unfurl the dreams of a peaceful night. In this serene and mystic, dreamlike state, The world is bathed in a soft, ethereal light. The figure sits, a statue of contemplation, A moment frozen, in a world of meditation. The trees, like sentinels of old, stand guard, Watching over the dreams that are shared. In this stillness, the heart finds its peace, And the whispers of the forest, the soul release.