Ethereal Blossom Dance

In a swirl of white and pink, she dances free, A vision of elegance, for the soul to see. With every step, petals fall like snow, A fleeting moment, as beauty starts to grow. The dress flows like a river, a winding stream, As she twirls, the world is bathed in a soft, dreamy gleam. The trees stand tall, like sentinels of old, Their branches adorned with blossoms, young and bold. In this serene and peaceful scene, we find our peace, A sense of calm, the world's worries release. The woman's spirit, like the blossoms, is free, A symbol of hope, for you and me.