IN NATURE'S CRADLE

In nature's gentle hand, a bud appears,
A symbol of transformation, through the years.
Just like a woman, in her journey of life,
Both bloom with grace, overcoming strife.

From the tiny, tightly wrapped cocoon,
Emerges a bud, like a crescent moon.
Innocence and potential hidden within,
Much like a woman, her journey begins.

The bud unfurls, petal by petal, so slow,
As a woman's body blossoms, we know.
With each curve and contour that takes shape,
A unique beauty, like nature's landscape.