Where roots dig deep and ferns unfurl,
Robinquill Terra sings, secrets of the world.
Feathers the color of mossy ground,
An earthy scribe, wisdom profound.
Once protector, gentle and wise,
Guiding creatures, beneath sunlit skies.
But shadows danced, whispers took hold,
Twisting purpose, stories yet untold.
With earthen quill and chirping chime,
It guards its domain, where nature’s secrets clime.
Petals fall, like whispers on the breeze,
Sharing tales, carried on ancient trees.
Legends speak of power untold,
Whispers of earth, stories yet unfold.
Can growth revive, where shadows hide?
Or will secrets slumber, forever inside?
Through verdant groves and sun-dappled glades,
Robinquill Terra flutters, serenades.
Hope takes root, a tender shoot,
Will harmony return, bearing forbidden fruit?
But deep within, a memory gleams,
Of vibrant forests, bathed in sunlit beams.
Perhaps the scribe, with earthen might,
Can mend the world, and set stories aright.
So let it sing, a verdant grace,
And from the whispers, nature embrace.
For Robinquill Terra holds, a hidden key,
To mend the world, and finally, be free.