Midnight Serenade

In slumber, she finds solace, surrounded by blooms of moonlit hue, A midnight bird, a gentle guardian, watches over her with gentle crew. The flowers, like whispers, softly spoken, in shades of blue and white, A lullaby of petals, a serene and peaceful night. The woman's hair, a dark cascade, flows like the night's dark shade, As the bird's soft feathers, a gentle serenade, are gently displayed. In this quiet scene, we find our peace, a moment's stillness, a world's release, A beauty that transcends, a soul's deep ease, a heart's release. The artist's brush, a masterful guide, leads us through this dreamlike tide, Where reality and fantasy blend, and the heart is free to roam and find. In this world of flowers, bird, and woman fair, we find a truth beyond compare, A reflection of our own deep care, and the beauty that we all share.