Fruitful Majesty

Beneath the weight of seasons, she stands adorned, A crown of fruits and flowers, a testament to time. Her gaze, a mirror of the earth's eternal bloom, Reflects the cycles of life, both bountiful and sublime. The grapes and pears, the oranges and apples, too, Are symbols of her reign, a queen of nature's hue. Her necklace, a cascade of pearls, a river of light, A reminder that beauty flows through every night. In her eyes, the world finds its reflection, A tapestry of hope, where every thread is woven. She is the keeper of the harvest, the guardian of growth, A beacon of transformation, a soul in soft, warm glow. Her presence is a hymn to the cycles of life, A reminder that in change, there is always strife. Yet, through her gaze, we find the courage to endure, To bloom like the fruits that crown her, pure and secure. For she is not just a portrait, but a mirror of us all, A symbol of resilience, a beacon of hope's call. In her, we see the cycles of our own lives, A reminder that transformation is the path we must take. So let her gaze be a guide, a light in the dark, A reminder that beauty and strength are our own spark. For in her, we find the courage to bloom, To rise like the fruits that crown her, a timeless, fruitful loom.