In the gentle breeze, your hair dances free,
A cascade of dreams, flowing endlessly.
Silken threads, spun by the moon’s tender light,
Whispering secrets in the still of night.

Each strand a story, woven with care,
A tapestry of moments, bound by air.
The wind, a lover, plays a soft serenade,
As your hair sways, in an elegant parade.

Golden rays of dawn, kiss your flowing mane,
Turning each lock, into a shimmering chain.
A river of time, cascading down your back,
In every movement, leaving a luminous track.

Night falls gently, stars twinkle in your hair,
Celestial threads, glinting in the midnight air.
A celestial symphony, in every strand unfurled,
Your hair, a universe, embracing the world.