Avian Majesty
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A creature of wonder holds its sway,
Feathers of silver, gold, and gray,
Dance in the fading light of day.
With eyes like polished ebony, it gazes deep,
Into the soul, where secrets sleep,
Its beak, a curved and golden keep,
Guards the mysteries it holds so deep.
In foliage rich, with blooms of pink and gold,
It stands, a monarch, young and old,
A symbol of hope, of dreams untold,
A messenger from realms of old.
Its presence stirs the heart to flight,
To soar on winds of pure delight,
To leave the mundane, and take to light,
And in its beauty, find the divine.
In Avian Majesty, we find our own,
A reflection of the beauty sown,
In every feather, every tone,
A harmony that makes the spirit whole.