Where feathers shimmer, bathed in dawn’s embrace,
Penking takes flight, on wings of grace.
Emerald hues and ruby bright,
A songbird’s spirit, soaring in the light.
Once protector, with melody’s might,
Guiding creatures, day and fading night.
But shadows bloomed, and balance frayed,
Twisting song to cries, joy betrayed.
With dulcet tones and mournful trill,
It guards its domain, on windswept hill.
Melody echoes, bittersweet and sore,
A yearning for balance, forevermore.
Legends whisper of power untold,
In its sweet song, stories unfold.
Can harmony rise, from discord’s sting?
Or will sadness forever cling?
Through meadows vibrant and skies so blue,
Penking circles, searching for what’s true.
Hope flickers dim, a fading ember,
Will songs return, and shadows remember?
But deep within, a memory wakes,
Of joyous choruses, for nature’s sake.
Perhaps the songbird, with voice so pure,
Can mend the world, and make beauty endure.
So let it sing, a heartfelt plea,
And from the silence, set spirits free.
For Penking holds, a hidden key,
To mend the world, and finally, be free.