High above the Palworld’s sprawl, where clouds paint dreams on blue,
A feathered form on graceful wings, ascends with vibrant hue.
Beakon, the bird of hope they call, a beacon in the sky,
A symbol of resilience strong, where dreams refuse to die.
His plumage shines with morning’s light, a rainbow in the air,
A promise whispered on the wind, that burdens we can share.
His eyes, like gems reflecting dawn, hold stories yet untold,
Of journeys long and battles won, against the winds and cold.
His song, a melody of hope, rings out across the land,
A call to rise above the storm, and make a steadfast stand.
He guides the lost with wings unfurled, a compass in the night,
A beacon leading weary souls, towards a morning bright.
Though dangers lurk within the wilds, and shadows may descend,
Beakon’s spirit ever soars, a light that will not bend.
He reminds us all that even small, can face the giants’ might,
With courage, kindness, and a dream, that takes to glorious flight.
So next time shadows dim your path, and hope begins to wane,
Remember Beakon’s soaring form, and let his spirit reign.
For even in the darkest night, a single spark can glow,
And light the way to brighter days, where dreams and futures grow.