Midnight Serenade

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden's form, like alabaster, stands tall. Her dark tresses, a raven's mystic hue, Cascade down, a waterfall of night's dark dew. A bluebird's gentle song, a serenade so sweet, Echoes through the blooms, where petals softly meet. The flowers, like silken whispers, gently sway, As the maiden's eyes, in slumber, drift away. In this still scene, a world of peace is found, Where nature's beauty, and dreams, entwine around. The bluebird's presence, a symbol of hope and cheer, Guards the maiden's rest, through the silent night's lair. In this serene tableau, a story unfolds, Of dreams, of peace, of beauty, young and old. The midnight serenade, a lullaby so fine, Echoes through eternity, a timeless rhyme divine.