In a forest of whispers and weeping willow dreams,
Kneels Narcissus, lost in reflective streams.
Sunlight weaves through the embrace of trees,
Casting golden threads upon the quiet breeze.

Petals bold, in morning's tender glow,
Bear silent witness to the pride below.
Lilies guard the water's edge so still,
Where he drinks his fill of beauty's thrill.

Beneath him, a mirror of nature's own hand,
Capturing his heart with a love unplanned.
For in that glassy surface, clear and true,
Lies the visage of a youth, unaware of rue.

Enthralled by the sight of his own eyes' gleam,
He is prisoner and warden, in this verdant dream.
A tale as old as whispers of the heart,
Where love and self meet, and never part.