Azure Slumber

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden rests, her spirit's gentle call. Amidst the blooms, a bluebird's gentle song, Echoes the serenity that she has known. Her hair, a cascade of midnight's darkest hue, Flows like the night, where stars are born anew. The flowers, a tapestry of pastel dreams, Enfold her in their soft, ethereal themes. The bird, a symbol of hope and peaceful night, Perches upon her, a gentle, loving light. Together they rest, in harmony and grace, A vision of tranquility, a peaceful space. In this serene tableau, we find our own peace, A reflection of the soul's deep, quiet release. The world, with all its noise and frantic pace, Fades into the background, a gentle, soothing space.