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[Magic of Trees] Art Scarf "Joy of Spring"
"Joy of Spring" Art Scarf – A Tale of Silent Bloom<br><br>The trees grew restless in a forgotten glen where winter clung stubbornly to the earth. Their skeletal branches, frosted and brittle, trembled with the weight of seasons unspooling. When the thaw finally came, the oldest maple stretched its roots deep into thawing soil, pulling forth colors unseen—translucent greens, pearlescent pinks, the shimmer of ice becoming water. Bark split gently, sap rose like liquid amber, and the forest began to spin, weaving light and shadow into something tender.<br><br>Thus, the Joy of Spring scarf emerged. Not a single creature adorned it, yet life pulsed in every thread. Cherry blossoms swirled in clusters, their petals stitched with threads of frost-melt silver. Young leaves, coiled like fiddleheads, spiraled into patterns of unfurling possibility. The fabric breathed with gradients: pale moss at dawn deepened to jade by noon, then softened into twilight’s sapphire, as though dyed by the sky’s own exhale.<br><br>To drape it over one’s shoulders is to feel the quiet crescendo of roots pushing through soil, of buds splitting silence. The hem whispers with the memory of wind through pine needles。
[Life in Dreams] Art Scarf "Castle Hills"
In yonder vale, a path doth meander, as a lazy snake,<br>Upon the hills of green, whereon the sun doth wake.<br>The acacia trees, in ranks so trim and neat,<br>Stand sentinel on either side, as if to greet.<br><br>As one doth tread this path of ease and grace,<br>The hillsides blush with peach trees' tender face.<br>At journey's end, a castle doth arise,<br>With pointed roofs of red, as if from heavens' skies.<br><br>Two golden catalpas, like generals of might,<br>Stand guard on either side, in proudest sight.<br>And as one gazes up, the clouds of cotton soft,<br>Slow their pace, to gaze upon the castle's loft.<br><br>Bending low, the castle's gate doth open wide,<br>As if to say, "Welcome, traveler, to my side."<br>A scene so quaint, a tale of old,<br>Where every stone and leaf doth stories hold.<br><br>This is the charm of nature's hand, so fair,<br>A place where time doth stand, and whispers there.<br>And as you step within, the world doth fade,<br>And you are welcomed to a realm that's not made.<br><br>A realm of dreams, where fantasy doth reign,<br>And every step you take, a story's chain.<br>So enter now, with heart and soul,<br>And let the castle's tale, your spirit console.
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