"Serenity blooms in the heart of nature's quiet embrace."
A gown of white rests upon the earth's embrace,
Her tranquil form whispers secrets of grace.
Green needles cradle her like ancient lullabies,
As dusk weaves shadows and softens the skies.
In stillness she dwells where the wild things play,
A dance of the heart in the fading of day.
Her hair flows like rivers that kiss the ground,
In the hush of the moment, all solace is found.
