In the gentle sway of midnight’s breeze,
Hair flows like rivers, silent and free.
Whispers of secrets in each strand,
A tapestry woven by nature’s hand.

Golden rays dance at morning’s call,
Through cascading waves, they softly fall.
A crown of dreams, both wild and mild,
In every lock, a story compiled.

Under the sun’s warm and tender gaze,
Locks shimmer with a thousand ways.
A symphony of colors, rich and rare,
In every hue, a world laid bare.

As night descends with its velvet cloak,
Hair becomes shadows, whispers spoke.
A silent dance in the moonlight’s glow,
Eternal beauty in its timeless flow.