Floral Incarnation
Reflection
Beneath the weight of petals, a soul ascends,
A crown of fire and gold, where dreams transcend.
Each bloom a whisper, each hue a silent plea,
For the heart to bloom, as it once used to be.
The azure dress, a canvas of the sky,
Holds the essence of eternity.
In the embrace of nature's vibrant grace,
A woman stands, a living, breathing space.
Her gaze, a mirror, reflects the world anew,
A beacon of strength, where shadows do not brew.
The flowers, her armor, her crown, her shield,
A testament to beauty, both fierce and mild.
In this moment, time stands still, yet flows,
A paradox of stillness and divine chaos.
For in her eyes, the viewer finds their own,
A reflection of hope, where the soul is shown.
The floral incarnation, a symbol of life,
A reminder that beauty is both fierce and strife.
In her presence, the world is reborn anew,
A testament to the power of what we can do.