>>74778951Shiori met Mori on a misty morn,
Where the trees whispered secrets, all tangled and worn.
Shiori, with her eyes wide, full of wonder and glee,
And Mori, a wise owl perched in a tree.
"Good day," said Shiori, a spark in her gaze,
Mori hooted gently, in a mystical daze.
They talked of the stars and the rivers that flow,
Of the mysteries hidden where wildflowers grow.
Through the woods they wandered, an unlikely pair,
Shiori's laughter chiming like a song in the air.
Mori shared tales of the creatures unseen,
Of the magic that danced in the spaces between.
They frolicked with foxes and dreamed with the deer,
Whispering secrets that only friends near can hear.
Shiori learned from Mori, with each passing day,
That the world holds much more than what's seen in the fray.
Then one eve, under the moon's gentle light,
Mori bestowed Shiori a gift, shining bright.
A feather of wisdom, a token so rare,
To remind her of moments they willingly share.
Though Shiori grew older and time took its toll,
In her heart, Mori's wisdom lived on, like a scroll.
For the bond of their friendship, like branches in rhyme,
Echoed deep in her spirit, through space and through time.
