Midnight Serenade
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden rests, her beauty sways,
Amidst the blooms, her heart doth sing,
A midnight serenade, her soul takes wing.
The bluebird's call, a gentle breeze,
That rustles leaves and stirs the trees,
In this still scene, a story's told,
Of peace, of beauty, young and old.
The flowers bloom, a vibrant hue,
A testament to life, anew,
The maiden's form, a work of art,
A masterpiece, that touches the heart.
In this serene and peaceful scene,
We find our own hearts, our own dream,
A reflection of our deepest soul,
A moment's peace, that makes us whole.