Ethereal Enigma
Reflection
In the heart of the forest, where whispers of time entwine,
A figure sits, cloaked in the embrace of ancient lore.
Her hands, delicate as petals, cradle a cage of gold,
A symbol of freedom, yet bound by her own design.
The forest breathes around her, a tapestry of gold and green,
Each leaf a memory, each shadow a silent plea.
Her gaze, a mirror of the soul, reflects the world unseen,
A world where dreams and reality intertwine.
The cage, a paradox of beauty and restraint,
Holds within it the essence of life's delicate dance.
Is she the keeper, or the kept? The question lingers,
As her story unfolds in the quiet embrace of the forest.
Oh, viewer, see yourself in her eyes,
For in her enigma lies the truth of your own journey.
Let her cage become your own, a symbol of transformation,
Where the wild within you finds its voice and its song.