Azure Awakening

In slumber, she is cradled by petals, Soft as the whispers of dawn's first light. A bluebird's wings, a gentle breeze, Stirring the soul, a peaceful sight. The flowers, a mosaic of pastel hues, Dance around her, a delicate muse. Her dark hair, a night sky's dark shade, Contrasts with skin, a porcelain trade. The bird's song, a melody so pure, Echoes the heartbeat, a love so sure. In this serene tableau, we find our peace, A moment's stillness, the world's release. As she sleeps, the world outside fades, And in the beauty, our spirits are made. The bluebird's flight, a symbol of the free, Inspires the heart, a dream to be.