Mythic Guardians

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.