Guardians of the Grove

In the hush of the grove, where the wild hearts bloom,
Lions arise with courage, dispelling all gloom.
Tigers move gently, with a power calm and still,
The elephant creates, a vast dream that flies.
A cougar moves quiet, with wonder in its eyes,
The giraffe reaches higher, a bridge to vast skies.
Flamingos wade softly, as dreams pass by,
And the Lumara bird laughs, a spark in the sky.
Its feathers like fire, a beacon of light,
and Celara, the mammal, glows soft in the night.
We are the Guardians of the Grove, with peace as our guide,
In this living dream, we walk side by side.