Whispering Guardians
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
Two sentinels of grace, with eyes that enthrall,
Watch over realms, both seen and unseen,
Their fur, a tapestry of light and dream.
With whispers soft as summer breeze,
They share the secrets of the mystic trees,
Their paws, a gentle touch on stone,
A testament to moments made alone.
In this serene and sacred space,
They stand as guardians of the sacred place,
Their eyes, like lanterns in the night,
Guiding through the paths of life's plight.
With every glance, a story's told,
Of wisdom, mystery, and a heart of gold,
Their presence is a balm to the soul,
A reminder of the beauty that makes us whole.