Floral Incarnation

Beneath the weight of petals, a soul ascends, A canvas of crimson and azure, where dreams transcend. Each bloom a whisper, each hue a song, In the heart of the garden, where beauty belongs. The woman, a figure of quiet grace, Enveloped in a sea of floral embrace. Her gaze, a mirror of the infinite sky, Reflecting the world in her steady eye. The roses, vibrant and bold, a symphony of life, A testament to the fleeting, yet eternal strife. They cradle her form, a paradox of strength and grace, A symbol of transformation, a silent embrace. In this tapestry of color and form, We see ourselves, our journeys, our storm. The flowers, a talisman of hope and change, A reminder that beauty can always rearrange. For in the heart of the garden, where time seems to pause, We find our own reflection, our own sacred cause. A journey of self, a journey of light, In the embrace of the floral, the eternal night.