Mystic Guardian

In the heart of the misty jungle, a guardian stands tall, Adorned in feathers, a symbol of strength and all. Her face painted with ancient designs, A bridge between worlds, where mystic power aligns. With hands upon the stone, a connection deep, To the earth and its secrets, she silently keeps. The headdress, a crown of feathers so bright, Echoes the whispers of the forest, in the light. A keeper of traditions, a warrior true, She embodies the spirit, of a culture anew. In her eyes, a story of resilience gleams, A testament to the power, of ancient dreams. The mist swirls around, a veil of the unknown, As she watches over, with a heart of stone. Her presence is a reminder, of the beauty and might, That lies within the heart, of the jungle's delight.