In the quiet shadows of a timeless grove,
Where whispers of magic softly rove,
Atticus weaves tales of ancient lore,
Secrets untold on a mystical shore.

Beneath the moon’s gentle, silvery glow,
Truth dances in the winds that softly blow,
A guardian of dreams, with eyes so bright,
Illuminating realms hidden from sight.

With every step on the enchanted path,
Atticus reveals the universe’s math,
Patterns of stars in the velvet night,
Guiding souls through their endless flight.

In the embrace of nature’s gentle grace,
He finds magic in every sacred space,
A keeper of wisdom, both old and new,
Atticus whispers, the magic is true.