Floral Awakening
Reflection
In the realm of the unseen, a woman blooms,
Her visage veiled by petals, a gentle perfume.
The network of lines, a web of thought,
As she transcends, her spirit is caught.
In this dance of light and delicate form,
She finds her truth, her heart's warm storm.
The flowers, a crown, a symbol of her might,
As she rises, bathed in soft, ethereal light.
Her body, a canvas, textured and fine,
A mesh of intricate, woven design.
The background, a canvas, soft and gray,
A subtle hue, that fades to disarray.
The droplets, like tears, or jewels so bright,
Scatter around her, a celestial sight.
In this moment, she is free to be,
A being of beauty, wild and carefree.