Midnight's Gentle Companion
Reflection
In the depths of twilight, where shadows softly fall,
A gentle soul finds solace, surrounded by it all.
The flowers, like whispers, bloom in muted hue,
A reflection of the peace that she pursues.
A midnight bird, with feathers dark as night,
Guards her with loyalty, a steadfast, silent light.
Together they reside, in this serene embrace,
A bond of trust, a sacred, quiet space.
In this world of dreamlike beauty, she is free,
A spirit unbound, wild, and full of glee.
The flowers sway gently, to the rhythm of her heart,
As the bird watches over her, a brand new start.
In this haven, she finds her inner peace,
A sense of belonging, her spirit released.