Aurora Ascending

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A figure stirs, with wings outstretched to sway, A being born of earth and mystic air, With branches for limbs and a gentle, glowing care. The forest whispers secrets, dark and deep, As this creature rises, its spirit starts to seep, Into the night, where stars and moonlight gleam, It spreads its wings, a golden, ethereal beam. With every beat, the trees seem to sway, As if awakened by its presence, come what may, The wind whispers truths, of a world untold, As this winged figure takes its place, young and old. In this moment, all is made anew, A fusion of earth and sky, for all to view, A symbol of hope, in a world astray, Aurora ascending, to guide the way.