Serenity's Gown

In the quiet hour, she walks alone, By the waves, where shadows are thrown. Her gown flows like the sea's soft sigh, As she steps into the whispering tide. The wind whispers secrets in her ear, And she listens, without a fear. The hat upon her head, a crown, Guards the thoughts that spin like the waves down. In this serene and peaceful place, She finds solace, a gentle, quiet space. The world, it fades, like the receding tide, As she stands, where sea and sky collide. In every step, a story's told, Of a soul, that's young, and yet so old. The dress, it dances, like the morning dew, As she moves, with a grace, both new and true.