Mechanical Majesty
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A mechanical bird holds court by day,
Its feathers gold, its eyes aglow,
A marvel of craft, a wondrous show.
With gears and springs, it's brought to life,
A symphony of metal, free from strife,
It perches proud, a work of art divine,
A fusion of nature and machine's design.
In autumn's hue, the background fades,
As orange leaves and red petals are displayed,
The bird's sharp beak and talons tight,
Grasp the moment, a fleeting sight.
A tale of innovation, a story told,
Of human ingenuity, young and old,
The mechanical bird, a symbol true,
Of dreams and progress, forever anew.