Mythic Slumber

In twilight's hush, where ancient secrets sleep, A turtle bears the weight of mystic deep. Upon its shell, a world is born anew, A garden hidden, where dreams break through. The fungi bloom, like whispers in the night, As moonbeams dance, and shadows take flight. The turtle's heart, a keeper of the past, Guards tales of old, forever to last. In mystic slumber, it carries the earth, A symbol of wisdom, of timeless birth. The small blue creature, a guardian true, Watches over dreams, as they bloom anew. In this still scene, where magic is spun, The turtle's journey, through ages is begun. A tale of patience, of slow, steady pace, A reminder to cherish the mystic space.