Floral Incarnation

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.