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141 · Feb 5
The obsession
Woke up one morning
My heart beating faster than usual due to my anxiety
But then I came across this flower At that moment my heart slowed
I felt shivers flowing around my body what this flower? I asked myself merely adequate in appearance
But there's something about its appearance that makes me feel at peace
Every now and then I pass to see the flower
Seeing the flower was oddly satisfying
What's this unhealthy obsession that makes me tear up sometimes
Why am I crying? I touched my eyes to feel the tears
It's just came out involuntarily... The tears.... Oh the tears
But then it hit me I can't own the flower
It has a gardener already that takes care of it, it belongs to him
My heart starts beating faster again, I guess my anxiety is back
But I hope I find a flower that belongs to no gardener so I can take it home and water it everyday
The short poem is about a person who is obsessed with a flower, but the flower is already taken. they feel a mix of emotions from sadness to happiness when they see the flower. it's a metaphor for the narrator feelings for a girl they love it is a representation of the girl they are in love with, and the emotions they feel when they see her the gardener of the flower represents the boyfriend
Ethereal Choir)
Choir (Whispering)
Golden light, a fleeting shadow…
The hunter’s heart, the nymph’s escape
Fate’s cruel hand, the sun’s bright arrow
Love is a wound, a fleeting shape.

2.  "Apollo’s Lament"
(Male Solo Apollo / Lyre Leitmotif)
I am the sun, the song, the flame,
Yet you elude my burning name.
Your laughter haunts the forest air
A melody I cannot bear.

I’ll chase you through the endless green,
Through rivers, rocks, and skies unseen.
For in your flight, I see my fate
A love that burns, yet comes too late."


3 Daphne’s Flight
Female Solo Daphne Flute Leitmotif

I am the wind, the stream, the tree,
No chains of gold will capture me.  
Your light is fierce, your touch a brand
I’ll flee your fire, I’ll make my stand.

The earth will shield me, roots will rise,
My branches stretch to claim the skies.  
Your love is fire, but I am free
A laurel’s crown, not destiny."


4. The Transformation
(Choir & Orchestra Swell, Tragic)

Roots entwine, the bark takes hold,
Her breath becomes the forest’s gold.  
The sun still burns, the chase is done
Her heart is wood, her soul the sun.

(Apollo’s Despair)
No! I am light, I am the flame
Yet you are gone, and I’m to blame.  
Your leaves will whisper in the breeze  
A song of love that never frees.

(Daphne’s Final Words)

I am the tree, the wind, the sky,
No longer yours, yet still I sigh.  
Wear my crown, remember me
A love that lives eternally.


5 Finale: "Laurel’s Lullaby"
Choir & Orchestra, Bittersweet

Golden chains and laurel veils,
The sun still weeps where Daphne trails.  
Her branches cradle every dawn
A love immortal, never gone.

(Apollo’s Resolve)

I’ll wear your leaves, your crown of green,
And in your shade, I’ll dream unseen.  
Though you are tree, and I am flame,
Our love will burn in nature’s name.

(Closing Choir, Fading)

The sun and tree, forever bound,
In whispered winds, their love is found.  
A laurel’s sigh, a golden ray
Apollo’s heart, Daphne’s way.
A lyrical retelling of Apollo and Daphne  told in movements like a mythic song cycle.
It’s a story of pursuit and freedom, of love that transforms but cannot claim.

— The End —