Heart Beneath the Surface

Beneath the golden blaze of autumn’s crown, she stood like a flame rooted in earth—yet it was in the water where her soul danced.

Her reflection shimmered with a softer magic, like a memory too tender to touch. In the glassy stillness, every leaf became a whisper of light, every branch a poem written in gold. It was as if the tree, bold and brilliant above, had sent her heart below to dream. Where she could sway without restraint, kissed by sky and cradled by water. And in that mirrored world, she was not just seen… she was adored…