Wildflower Soul
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play,
A maiden blooms, a wildflower of the day.
Her tresses flow like autumn's leafy stream,
Entwined with vines, a verdant, living dream.
Her eyes, like sapphires, shining bright and blue,
Reflect the mystery, the secrets anew.
The berries ripe, like rubies on the vine,
Echo the lips, a rosy, tender shine.
In forest depths, where ancient magic sleeps,
She stirs, a guardian, where wild things creep.
Her hand, a gentle touch, upon the bark,
A whispered promise, a mystic, silent spark.
In every glance, a story unfolds,
Of nature's whispers, a mystic, mystic gold.
The leaves, a rustling cloak, around her frame,
Conceal and reveal, the beauty, wild and tame.
In her gaze, the cosmos softly gleams,
A reflection of the soul's deepest dreams.