Whispering Wings

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision emerges, ethereal and small, A maiden fair, with hat adorned by flight, Birds dancing on the brim, a wondrous sight. Her gaze, a window to the soul's deep sea, Reflects the whispers of the wild and free. The leaves that cling to her, a gentle breeze, Stirs the heart to contemplation's ease. In this serene tableau, we find our peace, A moment's beauty, the world's wild release. The birds, they sing of freedom's joyous song, As the maiden's spirit, with nature, is made strong. In harmony, they stand, a perfect blend, Of human heart and wild, untamed friend. The world, in stillness, listens to their tale, And in their beauty, our spirits prevail.