Golden Vigilance
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A guardian watches, night and day.
With feathers gray as morning dew,
And golden hues that shine anew.
The bird's keen eye, a watchful heart,
Beats strong and free, a gentle start.
In secret gardens, hidden deep,
It sings its song, a mystic sleep.
With every note, a tale unfolds,
Of magic woven, young and old.
In mystic silence, it takes flight,
A symbol of hope, in endless night.
Its presence whispers, 'Fear not, for
In darkness lies the light that's born.'