Sacred Gaze
Reflection
In the depths of its eyes, a world of wisdom lies,
A mirror to the soul, where secrets rise.
The red mark on its forehead, a symbol of its might,
A guardian of the forest, in the still of night.
Its fur as white as snow, a cloak of purity,
A being of innocence, in a world of complexity.
The gaze is piercing, a window to the heart,
A connection to the divine, a work of art.
In its presence, we find peace, a sense of calm,
A reminder of the beauty, that surrounds us all.