Midnight Serenade

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A maiden rests, her beauty on display. A midnight bird, with feathers dark and bright, Sings softly, a serenade through the night. The flowers sway, a gentle, soothing breeze, As petals unfold, like tender summer trees. The woman's eyes, closed in peaceful sleep, Her soul, a refuge, where love and dreams do creep. The bird's sweet melody, a lullaby so fine, Echoes through the night, a harmony divine. In this still moment, all is calm and bright, A sense of peace, that chases away the night. The flowers, a crown, upon her gentle head, A symbol of love, that in her heart is bred. The midnight bird, a messenger of old, Sings of secrets, and stories yet untold.