Literature
The Wise Owl - Poem
In the silent night, the wise owl soars, A beacon of truth, its hoot gently roars. Through shadows it glides, with keen eyes that see, The depths of the world, the secrets that be. Perched on the branch, it imparts ancient lore, Guiding the lost, to wisdom's sweet shore. In feathers of softness, it whispers the way, To trust in the night, to welcome the day. With grace it surveys, mysteries untold, In moon's tender glow, its wisdom unfolds. A sage of the dusk, a master of flight, In the soul's dark alleys, it kindles the light. So listen, dear heart, to the owl's soft call, In the depths of your being, it echoes its all. Embrace the profound, the knowing that's near, For within lies the wisdom, banishing fear. (created using chatgpt)