Floral Incarnation
Reflection
Beneath the veil of petals, a soul ascends,
A canvas of crimson and gold, where dreams transcend.
Each bloom a whisper, each hue a song,
In the heart of nature, a silent throng.
The woman, a beacon, amidst the sea of flora,
Her gaze, a mirror, reflecting the world's vast aura.
A symphony of colors, a dance of light and shade,
Where the wild and the cultivated entwined, unafraid.
The flowers, her crown, her armor, her throne,
A testament to beauty, both fleeting and alone.
In this embrace of nature, she finds her grace,
A symbol of transformation, a timeless embrace.
For in the heart of every bloom, a story lies,
Of growth, of decay, of endless skies.
And in her eyes, a reflection of the soul,
A journey of self, where the wild and the whole,
Converge in a moment, eternal and true,
A testament to life, both fragile and new.
For in the garden of existence, we all find our place,
In the embrace of nature, we find our own grace.