The details show: Flower Princess

She sits in the gardens Her crown woven from morning light,
Petals fall like silver streams
In her wake of pure delight.
Roses whisper her true name
Beautifully she holds her gentle flame.

The earth beneath her bare feet sings,
Each step births a thousand blooms,
From her fingers, magic springs—
Lavender in moonlit rooms,
Sunflowers turn to catch her smile,
Making every moment worthwhile.

In twilight's hour she rests serene,
Among the flowers she calls friends,
A princess of the in-between,
Where fairy tale and real world blends.
Her kingdom built of petal-soft grace,
Forever young, in nature's embrace.

Photographed by me in natural light on canon EOS 2000d