In shadows deep, it roams unseen, With eyes that gleam, a silent dream. Through verdant woods and moonlit glen, It moves with grace, beyond our ken.In feathered cloak or fur so fine, It dances lightly, in twilight's shine. Its song a whisper on the breeze, A melody that sways the trees.With nimble feet and steady pace, It weaves through time and empty space. A creature of both earth and air, With secrets hidden, beyond compare.In dreams, it wanders, wild and free, A symbol of what we yearn to be. Though its form remains a mystery, Its spirit speaks in harmony.