Azure Serenade

In twilight's hush, where petals unfold, A maiden's form, a gentle hold. Blue birds sing sweet serenades, As flowers bloom, in shaded glades. Her dark hair, a rich, velvet night, Contrasts with skin, a soft, luminescent light. The birds, in harmony, they sway, As if the night, itself, were singing a lullaby's gentle way. In this serene, and dreamlike state, The world, it whispers, 'You are not alone, you are free to create.' The flowers, they bloom, in every hue, A colorful dance, both old, and new. The blue birds, with feathers, soft as skin, Remind us that, we are not alone within. In this still moment, we find our peace, A sense of calm, the world's wild release. The image speaks, of beauty, and of art, A reflection, of the human heart.