Whispers of Serenity
Reflection
In the stillness, a guardian lies,
With fur as black as the night's disguise,
And white as the snow that gently falls,
This dog watches over silent halls.
The wooden floor, a canvas worn,
Tells tales of times when love was born,
The door behind, with carvings fine,
A portal to memories divine.
The wall, a map of stories past,
With characters that forever last,
A symbol of wisdom, pure and true,
A message in a language anew.
In this serene and peaceful space,
The dog's eyes hold a gentle grace,
A soothing presence, calm and deep,
A companion in slumber's keep.