August 18 (Lunar calendar: July 3), 2023 Friday | Dawnxisoul393art
The Symphony of Seasons: Lotus and Cherry Blossom Waltz
With gentle rains, Spring stirs the slumbering Earth, rousing Nature’s orchestra once more to gilded mirth. Where barren boughs and frozen meadows lay dormant since winter’s reign, now lustrous hues array in floral dance across the quickening plain. Among the swelling songs from stream to grove that season’s melody begins anew in lotused cove.
In their midst of still waters glimmering shyly new, the lily’s bud in dreams lies dormant, waiting for its painted vision to endow. But now soft April showers lay loving fingers light upon its dreaming form to rouse and delight. Drop by darling drop the moisture blessed seeps through, awakening what grace lies dreaming underneath the shade of cobalt blue.
Velvet folds unfurl lazily to air and light once more, unveiling petaled treasures held throughout winter’s colder door. Like an artist’s oils upon a shimmering canvass wrought, each sparkling drop enhances spring’s enlivened, verdant thoughts. There floating golden in the sun’s embrace serene, a portrait emerges fresh of renewal’s pristine scene - life bursting forth renewed where darkness held before, Spring’s blessed resurrection echoing to shore and shore.
When summer lifts her veil across the azure sky and smile beams gold on all stretched out so nigh, the lotus lifts its heart rejoicing glad. Basking in the warmth its beauty has had, radiance kindles from its core aglow, spreading fragrance on each breeze that blows. Earthy sweet its scent now graces everywhere, weaving its essence into summer’s textures rare.
No longer tethered to its plashing, sheltered pond alone, on shifting breezes its impression is freely sewn. Carrying memory and meaning where winds may fleet, to flowers yet unfolding where wandering steps may meet. ‘Neath orchard boughs now robed in azure, blush, and pearl tint, the lotus reigns as the centerpiece of summer’s vivid mint - symbol celestial in its thriving bloom secure, keeping safe this season's bounty to long endure.
Yet all beauty, however lush, must wane at seasons' change, and when autumn lifts her voice in shades of rosy range, upon fruit trees fabled pinks adorn once more the bowers. Within their leaf-lined cathedrals gleam ethereal flowers - whispers softly as clouds or quiet pools aglow, where ripples let no secret to the depths below. Like masterworks of fleeting loveliness unfolding bridal white and rose upon each leafy, hidden nook, the trees stand, beauty's essence held within their cradling look.
Now whistling zephyrs call, loosening each petal bright that flurrying endow the earth and waters plight. Drifting like snowflakes softly they come to rest, spreading fragrance sweet as falling blossoms blessed. Poetry of ephemera rings clear through groves once more - the reminder that all glory fades. But seeds await in a quiet store, awaiting their patient telling to explore.
When winter wraps her robes of ermine pure upon earth’s slumber, midst its pond still dreaming the lily’s promise holds secure. Though dormant dreams it keeps till vernal rains call home, its roots remember the life that shall renew where waters roam. Resilience echoes soft within its sleeping form - rebirth will come again as raindrops' passion warm. A symbol lingering of life's cycle ever fair, turning its pattern through each gladsome season there.
Thus through the circling months' pageantry displayed, lotus and cherry dance their fairy masquerade. Joined in this symphony through sun, mist, and snow, melody weaves where both their graces glow and grow. Connected spirits in the round of things, as nature's voice refrains her solacing strings - in passing bloom or slumbering they lend each scene deep insight into beauty's rhythmic, constant sheen. On this journey senses awake, hearts are stirred, to Nature’s warmth and rhythms ever so preferred.
《The Symphony of Seasons: Lotus and Cherry Blossom Waltz》(617w)
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