Beneath the twilight's velvet veil,
where whispers of the night linger,
the solitary owl's song
weaves through the air like moonlight,
tracing paths over dew-kissed leaves.
The trees hum a cadence, an ancient echo
resonating with the heartbeats of stars.
Wings beat a rhythm, a dance
known to the forgotten spirits,
their eyes like lanterns unlit,
guiding the lost through dreams.
Step lightly, for every step awakens
the sleeping bioluminescent truths,
the glow that sings silently
to those who dare to listen.
Wander further into the night,
perhaps to find
Celestial Dance or
Spectral Harmony.
Follow the song, follow the glow.