Ethereal Awakening
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden stirs, in slumber's gray.
The butterflies, like whispers, dance,
Around her form, a gentle trance.
Her gown, a river's silken flow,
As orange blossoms softly glow.
The leaves, a rustling, whispered tale,
Of transformation, without fail.
In this still scene, a story's spun,
Of dreams and magic, just begun.
The maiden's heart, a vessel true,
For nature's secrets, shining through.
The butterflies, a symbol dear,
Of change and growth, and banished fear.
In this tableau, a message lies,
Of hope and renewal, in the skies.
The maiden's awakening, a work of art,
A symphony, that touches the heart.