Midnight Serenade

In slumber, she finds solace, surrounded by blooms of moonlit hue, A bluebird's gentle presence, a serenade anew. The flowers, like tender whispers, caress her skin so fair, As the bird's soft feathers rustle, with a soothing, gentle air. In this peaceful reverie, she is free to roam, Her spirit entwined with nature, in a harmonious home. The bluebird's song, a lullaby, as the flowers bloom and sway, A symphony of serenity, in the still of the night's gray. Her dark hair, a rich tapestry, woven with threads of night, As she breathes in the fragrance, of the blossoms' sweet delight. In this tranquil scene, she finds her peaceful nest, A haven of calm, where love and beauty find their rest.