In the hush of the night, under the silver moon's gleam,
The parliament of owls assembled, a solemn theme.
A hoary old sage, with feathers silvered with time,
Took flight to the rostrum, his voice a whisper sublime.
"My fellow owls," he hooted, "I speak of a truth,
That nothing comes easy, it's a lesson for youth.
In the darkness, we hunt, our eyes piercing the night,
But before we feast, there's a battle we must fight."
"The prey is swift and agile, a creature of grace,
And to catch it requires strength, speed, and keen chase.
Through the trees we swoop and dive, with talons sharp and bold,
But only the skilled and determined owls will seize hold."
"Just as in life, dear owls, success is not free,
It takes effort, persistence, and the will to be.
There will be obstacles to face, challenges to overcome,
But it's in overcoming them that our spirits become."
"So let us remember, as we soar through the moonlit sky,
That nothing comes easy, it's a truth we can't deny.
But let us also strive, with hearts filled with fire,
To embrace the challenge, and rise ever higher."
And as the night wore on, the owls took to flight,
Their wisdom engraved in their hearts, a guiding light.
The parliament disbanded, but the lesson remained,
That nothing comes easy, but hard work will be gained.