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 gentle soul, with eyes that enthrall.
The wooden floor, a canvas worn,
Echoes stories of days forlorn,
The wall behind, a testament to time,
With characters that whisper a mystic rhyme.
The dog's gaze, a window to the soul,
A reflection of a peaceful role,
In this serene and contemplative space,
The world slows down, and finds its place.
The artist's brush, a dance of light,
Captures the essence of this quiet night,
A moment frozen, a memory kept,
A testament to the beauty that's slept.