Aurora Ascending

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A figure emerges, born of light and gray. With wings outstretched, like morning's golden glow, The figure rises, as the forest whispers low. The trees, like sentinels of old, stand guard around, Their branches etched, like nature's own profound. The figure's form, a latticework of dark and gold, A fusion of the earthly and the divine to behold. As morning breaks, the darkness fades away, And in its place, a new dawn brings a brighter day. The figure stands, a symbol of hope and might, A beacon in the darkness, shining with inner light. With every step, the forest comes alive, And in its heart, a story of transformation thrives. The figure's wings, a blur of motion and of rest, A balance of the earthly and the divine, forever blessed.