Mythic Guardians
Reflection
In twilight realms, a tortoise stalks with ancient pace,
Its shell a map of wisdom, etched upon its back.
A creature small and furry, with eyes so wide,
Looks up in reverence, as the tortoise glides.
By waters calm, a gathering of strange delight,
Creatures with scales and feathers, dance through the night.
Their forms a blend of myth and mystic lore,
As they weave a tale of wonder, on a forest floor.
The tortoise watches over, with a knowing gaze,
A guardian of the forest, in a bygone daze.
The creatures play, with joy unconfined,
As the tortoise stands, a sentinel of old, divine.
In this world of wonder, where myth and magic blend,
The tortoise and its friends, a tale of friendship send.
A story of protection, of guidance true,
A bond between creatures, forever shining through.