In twilight’s hush where shadows steep,
The owl awakes from velvet sleep.
With eyes aglow in constant grace,
It peers into the darkest space.

With ghostly flight near ancient trees,
Guided by the limitless breeze.
In forests hidden where knowledge dwells,
We seek the counsel nature tells.

With feathers soft as midnight’s sigh,
It listens to our heartfelt cry.
The wisdom of the stars above,
And nature’s pulse, we could love.

In hoots that pierce the quiet night,
It shares the lore of hidden light.
Mystery embraced of wisdom old,
The treasures of time unfold.

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