Midnight Serenade

In slumber, she finds solace, surrounded by blooms of serene hue, A midnight blue bird sings softly, a lullaby anew. The flowers, like gentle hands, cradle her peaceful form, As the bird's melody weaves a spell, dispelling all alarm. In this tranquil scene, the world slows its frantic pace, And in the stillness, the beauty of the moment takes its place. The soft petals, like silk to the touch, envelop her skin, As the bird's song whispers secrets, and the heart begins to win. In this dreamlike state, the boundaries of reality blur, And the soul, set free, can soar, unencumbered, pure. The blue bird, a symbol of hope, perches on her arm so fair, A guardian of the night, watching over her with gentle care. The flowers, a kaleidoscope of hues, a testament to life's design, A reminder that in stillness, beauty is always intertwined.