Aurora's Awakening
Reflection
In the depths of darkness, a vision unfolds,
A woman crafted from the whispers of wood,
Petals of light, a dress that gently holds,
A figure born from the art of delicate mood.
Her hands, a gentle caress on the curves of her form,
A self-embrace that speaks of inner peace,
The wooden petals, a dance, a gentle storm,
That surrounds her, a protective, ethereal release.
In this stillness, she stands, a testament to art,
A fusion of nature and the human heart,
A symbol of transformation, a story to impart,
Of growth, of change, of the beauty that starts.
The darkness behind, a canvas so divine,
Contrasts with the light that she embodies, so fine,
A beacon of hope, in the shadows so dark,
A reminder that beauty can leave its mark.