Elysian Bloom

In the stillness, petals unfurl like whispers of the soul, A dance of colors, a symphony of light and shadow's role. The vase, a pedestal of elegance, holds the stems so fine, A bouquet of life, where every bloom tells a story divine. The red poppies stand like beacons of passion, bold and bright, The yellow and white, a softer hue, a gentle, loving light. The stems, like slender fingers, reach for the sky's embrace, A celebration of beauty, a wondrous, fragile, floral space. In this quiet moment, the flowers seem to breathe, Their delicate forms, a testament to nature's artistry and sheen. The shadows cast, a mysterious, dark, and velvet floor, A backdrop for the beauty that blooms, and asks for more. A fleeting glimpse of perfection, a moment's peace, A still life that speaks to the heart, and the soul's release.