With fur like moss and eyes like ancient wood,
Gorirat strides forth, misunderstood.
No lumbering beast, content to graze and rest,
But guardian silent, in jungle’s emerald vest.
Its hands, like boulders, grip the earth with might,
Protecting secrets hidden from the light.
Through tangled vines and sun-dappled leaves it weaves,
A watchful presence, on silent, leafy eaves.
But beneath the stoic form, a gentle spirit yearns,
To nourish saplings, where nature’s bounty burns.
For Gorirat remembers, stories whispered old,
Of harmony disrupted, stories yet untold.
So approach with reverence, tread lightly on the ground,
Respect the silence, where whispers can be found.
Offer not conflict, but an open hand,
Seek understanding, of this verdant land.
Then, in the dance of wind and rustling leaves,
Gorirat’s trust blossoms, like sunlight through the trees.
It shares its wisdom, of cycles ever turning,
Of life sustained, where balance keeps on burning.
And as you wander, beneath the jungle’s dome,
The Gorirat watches, no longer feeling alone.
For in your heart, its kindness takes its root,
A bond formed, bearing nature’s sweetest fruit.
So join the vigil, beneath the emerald sky,
Let the Gorirat guide you, where wonders never die.
For in the depths of silence, where secrets gently hide,
The stoneheart protector, forever walks by your side.