(Amaltas is a symbol of fleeting beauty and renewal, weaving in both its visual delight and the sense of life’s perpetual cycle. A thoughtful look at their resplendent string of yellow flowers explores the mystical interplay between beauty and permanence. Its delicate beauty lingers even as it fades.
Amaltas embodies a sense of strength and continuity undergoing an endless cycle of life and demise and all the while spreading joy, brightness and bliss.)
Beneath Amaltas, the world turns gold,
Each petal a sunbeam, bright and bold.
They sway and drift, a radiant shower,
A fleeting bloom, a fragile power.
Graceful boughs, with blossoms hung,
Like chandeliers in morning’s tongue.
They swing, they shine, then softly fall—
A golden dance to charm us all.
The slender pods that follow bloom
Hold seeds of life, despite the gloom.
Through sun and storm, their roots descend,
A quiet strength that does not bend.
And yet, this tree’s brief, vivid spell
Reminds the heart what words can't tell—
That beauty’s touch, both deep and bright,
Leaves echoes in the soul’s own light.
For in its fall, a truth revealed:
That what’s most pure cannot be sealed.
Though petals fade, their glow remains,
As memory’s pulse in golden veins.
They fade, they pass, yet rise anew,
In fields of gold, each spring’s debut.
Amaltas, bright with joy and pain,
Forever blooms, through sun and rain.
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