The Lady of White
Steps through,
The sparkles
Dissipating
Into nothing
As she walks
Toward her garden.

Bright blue roses,
Distant purple mountains,
Willow tree forests,
Flowing pink waterfalls,
And pacified tigers
Inhabit
The garden.

As she enters,
A trail of sparkles
Follows her,
Created by her footsteps
And the roses in her hair.
The sparkles start swirling
Again.

A mist is created,
Blocking the view
Of the Lady
And her garden
As a tall wooden fences
Would block a house,
Surrounding all in mystery.