Aurora's Awakening

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.