Komorebi

The thicket trees look up allured to the rising scarlet sun, draping them with the patina of pristine sparkle soaring high. For the thrilled trees the cosmic color symphony has begun, as the lighted woods lifts the canvas of crown to the sky. The surmounting sun behind the charcoal cloud slices a hole, the sequins in streaks of the tunnel beam strike the canopy, the lattice of leaves lets the slant spectrum fleetingly roll, starts the show of light and shadow in kaleidoscope of komorebi. In the whispering wind the beguiled boughs quietly quiver, make dancing mystique motif of enmeshed shimmer and shade. The essence of ecstasy the radiant trees give me with glowing shiver, conveying to cleave to it until the tinged tinsels of twilight fade. The foliage splits the sunrays in the tangled tunnels bright, fashioning the flashing patterns on the ground gloomy. The forest regains its tunnel illumination lost in the night, demarcates delighted the lighted pathway in the maze for me. When despair drives dark clouds in my dreary sky, dismal deluge makes in the mind a channel of strife, in the copse of being serenity sunrays make blissful art, I descry as the komorebi of hope that illumines the tunnel of my life.