The Moon’s Garden Keeper

She blooms where night remembers how to dream. A crescent moon rests in her hair like a promise whispered to the dark. Stars scatter themselves behind her, afraid to interrupt her quiet glow. Flowers rise from her thoughts, petals of courage, stems of patience, colors born where sorrow once slept. Her eyes hold the calm of lunar tides, knowing when to pull the world closer and when to let it drift. She is the soft frontier between shadow and blossom, where the sky learns tenderness and the earth learns how to shine.