Midnight Serenade

In slumber, she finds solace, surrounded by blooms of moonlit hue, A midnight bird, with feathers dark, and eyes of piercing blue. The flowers, like ghostly apparitions, dance around her form, As the bird's soft presence brings a sense of calm to the storm. Her dark hair, a tumble of night, cascades down her skin so fair, A gentle contrast to the delicate petals that enfold her there. The bird's song whispers secrets, of a world both wild and free, A mystic serenade, that only she is meant to see. In this dreamlike state, she is one with nature's gentle might, A fleeting moment, of peace, in the still of the night.