Harvest of Eternity

In the stillness of the canvas, a bounty of nature's grace, A symphony of colors, a feast for the soul's embrace. Oranges glow like the sun's warm embrace, Grapes cluster tight, a testament to time's embrace. Apples stand firm, their reds a fiery flame, Berries scatter like jewels in a dream. Each fruit, a story, a life, a breath, Together they weave a tapestry of health. In the shadows, light dances, a silent ballet, Guiding the eye through textures both soft and taut. This still life, a mirror of life's fleeting grace, A reminder of the beauty in our space. For in every fruit, a lesson we find, Of growth, of decay, and the cycle we bind. Let this harvest be a beacon of hope, A reminder that life's bounty is ours to cope. In its stillness, we find our own rhythm, A moment to pause, to reflect, to dream. For in this art, we see ourselves, A harvest of eternity, a soul's embrace.