With fur like mist and eyes like boggy pools,
Gumoss emerges, where silence gently rules.
No playful creature, born of sunlit glade,
But guardian of marshes, in shadows unafraid.
Through swaying reeds and moss-carpeted ground,
It glides unseen, with barely a whisper’s sound.
Its form, a puzzle, blending with the haze,
Protecting secrets, in a forgotten maze.
But beneath the silence, a wisdom deep resides,
Of nature’s balance, where life forever hides.
For Gumoss remembers, the ancient pact made true,
To guard the wetlands, bathed in morning dew.
So approach with reverence, and step with gentle care,
Respect the stillness, the secrets hidden there.
Offer not disturbance, but a curious plea,
To understand the whispers, of the land and the sea.
Then, in the dance of mist and moonlit gleam,
Gumoss’ trust blossoms, like a firefly’s dream.
It shares its knowledge, of life unseen and small,
Of delicate wonders, standing tall and proud and tall.
And as the sun ignites, dispelling morning mist,
Gumoss retreats, a memory gently kissed.
But in your heart, its wisdom will remain,
A reminder of beauty, whispered through the rain.
So close your eyes, when silence fills the air,
Let Gumoss’ spirit, guide you with gentle care.
For in the depths of marshes, where secrets softly hide,
The guardian’s presence, forever walks by your side.