Prompt:
In the hush before the world awoke,
Before the stars found their ancient names,
A canvas, vast and velvet-black,
Waited for the brush of dreams.
From darkness, color spilled—
Butterflies, countless, kaleidoscopic,
Danced on golden air,
Their wings the first poems written in light.
Birdsong wove through emerald veils,
Notes ringing like dew on crystal leaves,
And there, in a glade bathed in dawn,
Stood the Forest Princess:
Blonde hair thick as summer wheat,
Eyes blue as a newborn sky,
A dress spun from moonbeams and moss.
She was Mother Nature’s breath—
Mistress of all things wild and gentle.
By her side, the Forest King—
Regal, patient, ancient as the roots beneath—
With every glance, the woods blossomed anew.
In her arms, a squirrel—
Tiny empress crowned in russet fur,
Sparkling with a thousand diamond lights,
Each gem a wish, a promise, a felicità.
She shimmered with a joy
That only the first morning could know.
And there, a girl—indescribable,
Alluring as the wind that stirs the pines,
Elusive as the hush before rain,
Tender as the first green shoot.
Her beauty was not just seen but felt—
A glimmer, a hope, a paradise unveiled.
In this cradle of the cosmos,
Where wonder was new and bliss had no end,
She shone—
A living diamond,
The heart of an untouched Eden,
Paradise,
Bliss,
And the promise of all things beautiful to come.
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