Ethereal Blossoms
Reflection
Within the glass, a world suspended,
Where time stands still, and dreams are nurtured.
Blossoms of pink, a fleeting whisper,
Trapped in spheres of crystal, yet free to soar.
The light dances upon their fragile forms,
A reflection of the soul's inner flame.
Each petal, a story of resilience,
A testament to beauty in its purest form.
The spheres, like mirrors of the universe,
Hold within them the essence of creation.
They cradle life, yet keep it untamed,
A paradox of confinement and liberation.
In their gaze, we see our own fragility,
Our fleeting moments, our transient grace.
Yet, within these bubbles of eternity,
We find hope, a promise of renewal.
For in the heart of every blossom,
Lies the seed of endless possibility.
May we too, like these ethereal blooms,
Find our strength in the embrace of the infinite.