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,
A symphony of life, where beauty belongs.
The woman, a beacon, stands amidst the tide,
Her gaze a mirror, reflecting the world's wide.
Flowers entwine, a crown of nature's grace,
A testament to the eternal, sacred space.
In her eyes, the universe unfolds,
A tapestry of colors, where time is told.
She is the keeper, the guardian of bloom,
Where every petal holds a sacred room.
This is not just art, but a journey of the soul,
A transformation where the ordinary becomes whole.
Let her presence guide you, let her beauty inspire,
For in her embrace, you find your own higher fire.