Mythic Slumber
Reflection
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.