Osmanthus Reflection

Submerge into the dream of an impressionist's canvas.

In the dim chamber of chance, the water lily of a midsummer evening overlaps with the osmanthus of an autumn afternoon.
When developed, the petals of the osmanthus seem to float upon that lotus pond, carrying a touch of ethereal light and the hanging lily leaves reveal a profound shade of purple.
Passionate and joyful, intricately intertwined, shadows intermingle, pushing open the secret gate, witnessing the seasons merging, stirring both fading and rebirth.
The newly blossomed osmanthus scatters, while the water lily slumbers in the garden's pond, drifting amidst the pale golden osmanthus petals.
The fleeting complexity of merriment,
the drifting shadows of osmanthus,
submerge into the dream of an impressionist's canvas.