Azure Guardian

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden sits, entwined with floral call, Her hair, a midnight sky, with stars unseen, A blue bird's gentle form, her heart doth glean. The flowers, like whispers, soft and low, Dance around her, as the wind does blow, Their petals, delicate as a lover's sigh, As she touches them, with a gentle, wondering eye. The bird, a symbol of freedom's gentle might, Sits by her side, in quiet, peaceful night, Together they form a tableau, serene and deep, A moment captured, in a timeless sleep. In this stillness, we find our own reprieve, A reflection of our souls, in the flowers we believe, The maiden's gentle touch, a healing balm, For the weary heart, a soothing, calming psalm.