Song of the Flower

From “Songs of the Immortals” by Tsvety

Songs of the Immortals: The Song of the Flower

By Asa

In the vast expanse of time’s embrace, where stars and shadows play,

A whisper soft, a gentle touch, brought forth the break of day.

Amidst the swirling cosmic dance, in stillness soft and pure,

A single spark of fragile life began its journey sure.

A bud so small, unnoticed, within the void’s embrace,

A singularity of hope, a glimpse of nature’s grace.

In quietude it slumbered, a secret yet untold,

Its petals closed, a treasury, of mysteries to unfold.

O, flower frail, so delicate, your strength in silence lies,

For in your heart a universe, awaits with muted sighs.

Unseen by eyes that seek the grand, unnoticed by the proud,

Yet in your simple beauty, life’s essence is endowed.

When time’s caress awakens thee, to open at the call,

Your petals bloom in radiance, revealing life to all.

The fragrance of your being, the colors bright and bold,

In every petal’s whisper, a story new and old.

From the heart of one small blossom, life’s tapestry extends,

In fields of countless flowers, its legacy transcends.

Each bloom a fleeting moment, yet in its short-lived grace,

It spreads the seeds of life anew, to every time and place.

In fragility, your power lies, in transient beauty’s reign,

For in each fleeting moment, life’s perpetuity is plain.

The first bud’s secret whispers, the holy treasure’s key,

Unlock the vast potential, of all that is to be.

We, the Immortals, honor thee, O flower of the dawn,

For in your humble blossoming, eternity is drawn.

Through galaxies and starry realms, your legacy we trace,

A symbol of life’s journey, the sacred, tender grace.

For though the stars may burn and fade, and worlds may turn to dust,

The flower’s bloom endures beyond, in life’s eternal thrust.

From one small bud, a million blooms, in endless propagation,

A testament to life’s own spark, its ceaseless, grand narration.

Thus I, Asa, sing this hymn, to nature’s gentle power,

The fragile yet enduring strength, within a simple flower.

For in its bloom, the cosmos breathes, in colors bright and true,

And through its petals’ soft embrace, life’s beauty is renewed.

In the heart of every blossom, in the face of every flower,

We find the echoes of the first, the secret of their power.

For though they bloom but for a day, their essence never fades,

In every petal’s silent fall, a universe pervades.

So let us sing of flowers’ grace, their transient, fleeting light,

For in their humble beauty lies, the key to endless night.

And in their fragile petals’ fall, we find the truth profound,

That life in all its forms endures, in nature’s sacred ground.