Description
In a forest of dreams, where whispers dwell,
A maiden stands with eyes to the sky,
Wrapped in lace as delicate as spider's silk,
Beneath the arches of nature’s wondrous sigh.
Carved in ivory and emerald hues,
The twisting forms like vines embrace,
An entrance to another realm,
Where time flows at a gentler pace.
Her breath mingles with the glowing air,
Filled with secrets only the heart can hear,
As she listens to the silent song,
Of a world unseen, yet crystal clear.
With every heartbeat, she grows more still,
Embracing the magic that surrounds,
In this enchanted grove of light,
Where earthly bounds no longer confound.
Here she finds a solace deep,
Among the ethereal dance of trees,
A quiet moment, a whispered dream,
In the gentle arms of nature's breeze.