Midnight Serenade

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden's form, like alabaster, stands tall. Her tresses, dark as the night's own shade, Entwined with blooms, in slumber's sweet charms displayed. A bluebird's gentle song, a lullaby sweet, Echoes through the flowers, where petals meet. The air is thick with scent, a heady perfume, As nature's beauty wraps her in a peaceful room. In this serene tableau, time stands still, As the world's din fades, and the heart's deep will Is soothed by the beauty, wild and free, A reflection of the soul's own melody. The bluebird's presence, a symbol of the heart's desire, Guides her through dreams, where love and peace conspire. In this mystical scene, where art and nature blend, The maiden's spirit, with the bird's, does transcend.