Midnight Serenade

In the stillness of the night, she finds solace among the flowers, Her dark hair a cascade, her skin a gentle hour. The blue bird's presence, a symbol of peace and grace, As she stands, vulnerable, in this secret place. The roses, a bouquet of whispers, soft and low, Their petals unfolding like the pages of a book to know. The darkness, a canvas, for the beauty to shine, A midnight serenade, where love and art entwine. In this moment, she is free, her spirit unbound, As the bird's song weaves a spell, that echoes all around. The flowers, a garland, that crowns her gentle head, A symbol of the beauty, that in stillness is bred. The blue bird's eyes, a window to the soul, Reflecting the depth, of her heart's sweet goal. In this serene tableau, she finds her peaceful nest, A haven from the world, where love and art find rest.