perchance

Upon a leaf, a vessel green and wide, Where nature's intricate design resides. The veins are etched in detail, deep and true, A resting place, a cradle, fresh with dew. There lies a form, intangible and bright, A water woman, born of pure moonlight. Transparent she, a river caught in time, A flowing spirit, silent and sublime. Her hair a cascade of the midnight sky, Where constellations softly lie. Each strand a current, holding secrets deep, While silver stars their silent vigil keep. She rests upon the textured, emerald base, A delicate union in this tranquil space. Of solid earth and water's gentle grace, A whispered dream in time and place.