Twilight's Grace
In Twilight's Grace, the songbird weaves her song,
A melody of twigs and hope entwined,
With patience deep, she builds where she belongs,
A nest where dreams and fragile futures bind.
She gathers threads from dawn's first golden hue,
With feathers light, she forms a tender bed,
Through wind and rain, her tireless heart stays true,
Though storms may rage, her spirits never fled.
Each twig a challenge, each straw a test of will,
Yet in her eyes, a spark of steadfast light,
For in this cradle, life's sweet dreams fulfill,
And in its warmth, her fledglings take their flight.
Though trials loom, she weaves with tender care,
Awaiting life, a mother’s love laid bare.
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