Eternal Guardians
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where ancient trees preside,
A mystical assembly gathers, side by side.
The guardians stand, their metallic forms aglow,
As if the forest's essence they do know.
The tree, a sentinel of earth and sky,
Its branches stretching, whispers secrets by.
The golden light, a mystic energy flows,
Binding the figures, in a silent, sacred vow.
Their presence weaves a spell of unity and might,
A testament to nature's enduring light.
In this serene and mystic landscape, we find
A reflection of our own inner world entwined.
The guardians watch over the land with care,
As the tree's deep roots and branches fill the air.
With every glance, a story unfolds,
Of harmony and balance, young and old.