Autumnal Majesty
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A vision stands, amidst the autumn's call.
With leaves as crown and gown of golden sheen,
She holds a bouquet, a crimson flower serene.
Her eyes, like sapphires, shine with quiet might,
Reflecting the stillness of the fading light.
The forest whispers secrets, dark and deep,
As she, a goddess, in slumber seems to keep.
The rustling leaves, a gentle breeze does sway,
As if to lull her into a peaceful day.
In this wild garden, she is queen and guide,
Where nature's beauty and mystery abide.
With every step, a tale of wonder's told,
In this enchanted land, where myths are made of old.
The autumn leaves, a carpet soft and bright,
Invite the viewer to step into her sight.
A world of dreams, where magic is alive,
And the beauty of the earth, forever thrives.