Midnight Serenade
Reflection
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.