Floral Incarnation
Reflection
Beneath the veil of petals, a soul ascends,
A canvas of crimson and gold, where dreams transcend.
Each bloom a whisper, each hue a silent plea,
For the heart to bloom, as it once was meant to be.
The woman, a beacon, amidst the floral sea,
Her gaze, a mirror, reflecting eternity.
Her crown of roses, a crown of thorns and grace,
A testament to beauty's paradoxical embrace.
The colors dance, a symphony of life,
A tapestry woven with threads of strife.
Yet in this chaos, a calmness prevails,
A reminder that beauty often conceals.
The viewer, drawn in, sees their own reflection,
In the eyes of the rose, in the petals' direction.
For in this art, we find our own story,
A journey of transformation, a path to glory.
The floral incarnation, a symbol of hope,
A reminder that beauty can rise from the deep.
In the heart of the bloom, the soul finds its place,
A testament to the power of grace.
So let the petals fall, let the colors sing,
For in this art, we find our own beginning.
A journey of self, a journey of light,
In the floral incarnation, we find our flight.