In soft light she sits,
Petals spill from her gentle hands,
Whispers of the breeze,
Carrying tales of the sun,
Painting dreams in blooms around.

A moment in time,
Every color sings her name,
Time’s sweet lullaby,
Hands cradling fragile beauty,
Nature’s art upon the bench.
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