🦉WIse OWL CHRONICLES🦉

Sunshine dances on the hill, Casting warmth, so soft and still, Golden light on morning dew

Gentle beams that softly play, Chasing all the dark away, In your glow, the world feels light, Bringing day from endless night.

Flowers turn to greet your face, In your warmth, they find their place, Fields of gold beneath the sky, Dreams take flight, and spirits fly.

gentle, pure, and kind, joyful moments you remind, Of a world that’s full of grace, In your light, we find our space.