Midnight Serenade
Reflection
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.