Golden Vigilance

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A guardian watches, steadfast through it all. With feathers graced in silver, gold, and gray, The bird of vigilance surveys its domain each day. Among the blooms, where petals softly sway, It stands as sentinel, in quiet array. Its gaze, a piercing depth, a window to the soul, Reflects the beauty and the mystery that makes us whole. In intricate detail, its form is rendered true, A masterpiece of art, where nature's beauty shines anew. With every feather, every leaf, and every hue, A story unfolds, of life, of growth, of all we pursue. In this serene and mystic scene, we find our peace, A moment's stillness, where our spirits release. The world, in all its complexity, is simplified here, In the gentle vigilance of this bird, so dear.