25/06/2026
Tara, the owl of quiet night,
Finds her world in silver light,
While others rest and drift in dreams,
She glides beneath the moon’s soft beams.
She sees the beauty dark can hold,
In starry skies and shadows bold,
In stillness deep, her heart feels free,
Just being who she’s meant to be.
Like Tara, learn to gently see,
The beauty in what is and just be,
For day or night, both hold their glow,
Remember choosing different paths also helps us grow.
Content writer Toral Ghelani