Golden Vigilance
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A guardian watches, steadfast through it all.
With feathers white as morning's first light,
And golden accents, shining bright.
The bird's sharp gaze, a piercing sight,
Watches over the flowers, in the fading light.
Its presence is a symbol of hope and might,
A reminder to stand watch, through the dark of night.
With every glance, a story unfolds,
Of resilience and strength, in a world that's cold.
The bird's quiet vigilance, a beacon stands,
Guiding us through life's uncertain lands.
In its stillness, we find our own peace,
A reflection of our deepest release.
The world around, a tapestry so fine,
A dance of leaves, and flowers divine.
The bird's soft feathers, a gentle hue,
Invite us to slow down, and renew.