Whimsy Serenaders
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
Three mice gather, instruments in hand,
Their music whispers through the fading day,
As they serenade with hearts so grand.
With every strum, a tale unfolds,
Of friendship, joy, and dreams of old,
Their melody, a gentle breeze that blows,
Through fields of green, where wildflowers grow.
In this serene and idyllic scene,
The mice's harmony is pure and clean,
A celebration of life's simple delight,
A moment's peace, in the fading light.