Midnight Serenade

In slumber, she finds solace, surrounded by petals soft as skin, A midnight bird, a gentle guardian, watches over her within. The flowers, like dreams, enfold her, a tender, ethereal embrace, As the blue bird's wings, a soothing melody, fill the secret place. In this serene tableau, time stands still, and the world's din fades, Leaving only the quiet beauty of the moment, the peace that's made. The artist's brush, a master of light and shadow, weaves this spell, A world of tranquility, where love and peace, forever dwell. The subject, lost in repose, a vision of serene delight, A midnight serenade, sung by the bird, in the still of night. The flowers, a chorus, soft and low, harmonize with the bird's sweet song, Creating a symphony, that echoes, all day long. In this peaceful scene, we find our own serenity, A reflection of the beauty, that's within, waiting to be set free.