Golden Solitude

Beneath the golden sun, she stands alone, A silhouette of grace against the ocean's song. Her hat, a crown of light, shields her from the day, While her heart, a canvas, paints the world in play. The waves whisper secrets, the sky reflects her gaze, A symphony of calm in the embrace of time. Her eyes, closed in serenity, dream of what might be, A journey of self, where the soul finds its key. The orange hues of her dress mirror the sunset's glow, A talisman of warmth, a shield from the cold. She is the keeper of moments, where time stands still, A beacon of peace in the vastness of will. In her solitude, she finds the strength to rise, A transformation born of the quietest sighs. For in the heart of the sun, where shadows retreat, She becomes the light, the golden seat. Oh, traveler, see yourself in her gaze, For in her journey, you too may find your own place. Let the sun guide your path, let the waves wash your fears, And in the solitude, find the strength of years.