In the moonlight, your hair whispers tales
Of ancient forests and winds that wail
Silken threads weave stories so grand
Each strand a symphony, each curl a band

Beneath the sun, your hair dances free
Golden waves like ripples in the sea
Each movement a rhythm, each sway a song
A melody that plays all day long

In the twilight, your hair forms a veil
A cascade of shadows, a living tale
Dark and light, intermingled hues
An artwork painted by nature’s muse

Through the seasons, your hair transforms
Reflecting cycles in its forms
From autumn’s auburn to spring’s fresh green
A living canvas, ever serene