Luminous Guardians

In twilight's hush, where ancient trees preside, A gathering of golden forms abide, Their metal skin adorned with lights so bright, Like constellations in the evening's delight. The tree, a sentinel of earth and sky, Watches over the assembly, passing by, The whispers of the wind, the rustle of leaves, As the guardians stand, their vigil to keep, it seems. Their forms, a blend of art and mystic might, Shine with an inner light, a gentle, ethereal glow, In this serene and mystic landscape, they reside, Where nature's beauty and technology entwine, side by side. The scene, a harmony of earth and starry night, A testament to wonder, a beacon in the light, Inviting all to pause, to reflect, and to see, The magic that unfolds, in harmony, wild and free.