With careful breath and softened roar,
Bell leans close—her heart to soar.
A tiny cry, so pure, so new,
Reflects in eyes of gold and blue.
Blue tilts his head, his tail stills too,
As wonder wraps the world in hue.
For even dragons pause to see—
How love begins so tenderly.
- Collections: Bluebell
Other Work From JACINTHE LACROIX. MASTER SCULPTOR AND ARTIST
