"Rebirth emerges when we surrender to the quiet glow of our own reflections."
Silvery strands weave tales of the night
While foliage whispers secrets in soft light
Adorned in elegance she stands so still
A vintage grace that time cannot kill
Moonlit hues dance upon her cheek
In tranquil shades where silence speaks
As nature cradles her dreams so near
Transformation blooms in the heart of fear.
