Baskadia

Poem

In twilight's grace, the day retires, As stars ignite celestial fires. Moonbeams dance on tranquil seas, Whispering secrets to the breeze. In shadowed woods, the night's embrace, Hides mysteries in every trace. The owl's call, a haunting song, Guides wanderers where they belong. Through fields of gold, the rivers flow, Where wildflowers in splendor grow. Nature's canvas, a masterpiece, Where peace and beauty never cease. Yet in this world of light and dark, We find our journey, leave our mark. I