Fruitful Majesty
Reflection
Beneath the weight of bountiful crowns, a soul ascends,
A guardian of seasons, where earth and sky converge.
His beard, a river of time, flows with wisdom untold,
Each strand a story, each curve a testament to life's old.
The fruit, a tapestry of colors, whispers of plenty,
A symbol of growth, a promise of eternity.
His gaze, a mirror of the cosmos, reflects the divine,
A silent dialogue with the stars, a timeless sign.
In the shadows of his visage, light dances with grace,
A chiaroscuro embrace, where darkness and light embrace.
The textures of his skin, the brushstrokes of his being,
A canvas of life, where every line is a meaning.
Oh viewer, see yourself in his eyes, a reflection of your own,
For in his gaze, you find the strength to overcome.
Let his crown of fruit inspire your own harvest,
A journey of growth, where every step is a path.
For in the heart of this portrait, a truth is revealed,
That abundance is not just in the fruit, but in the soul we yield.