Ethereal Reflections
Reflection
In the stillness of the water, where dreams are born,
A fleeting bloom whispers secrets to the dawn.
Its petals, delicate as the breath of spring,
Reflect in the mirror of the world, a gentle thing.
The orange stamens, like tiny flames, ignite,
A spark of life in the calm, serene light.
The flower stands as a symbol of renewal,
A fragile beauty, yet eternal in its appeal.
In its reflection, we see ourselves,
A mirror of our own transient selves.
Its transient beauty reminds us of time,
A fleeting moment, yet a timeless rhyme.
Let this flower be a guide, a talisman,
A reminder that beauty is not in vain.
For in its reflection, we find our truth,
A moment of grace, a sacred youth.
Embrace the ephemeral, the fleeting grace,
For in its reflection, we find our place.