Wǔxíng Category: Wood (Mù - 木)
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The slow current moves through the shallow bend,
A single green stalk rising from the dark floor.
Broad leaves rest flat upon the moving surface,
Catching the heavy heat of the summer sun.
Beneath the water, the fibers bend and hold,
Yielding to the drift but never breaking loose.
A pale bud opens to the open sky,
Releasing its clean scent into the passing air,
While deep within the bed, a dense stone rests.
You rise above the heavy sediment of the world,
A lotus engineered for both the depth and the light.
Your roots are locked deep into an unshakeable foundation,
With a flexible stem that outlasts the strongest gale,
And a supportive presence that keeps the surface calm.
The world shares the brilliant architecture of your blossom,
Carrying away the scent of remembrance you leave behind,
While beside you, steady in the quiet flow,
The polished jade remains, an enduring weight that honors your grace.
The dragonflies pause upon the emerald rim,
Then vanish toward the trees as the shadows shift.
The river does not stop to count the miles,
It simply clears the path for the growth to come.
A stone beneath the stream does not demand the light,
It bears the weight of currents changing overhead,
Absorbing the cold friction of the passing days,
Marking the steady slow expansion of the rings,
Protected by the shadow of the rising stem.
Let the current carry you exactly where you need to go,
Unburdened by the pressure of a hurried hand.
You are a rare and fierce design of strength and soul,
A woman meant to flourish on her own true terms.
Though the water runs deep and the horizon calls your name,
This mirror holds only the truth of what you are.
Walk into this new year with an unburdened heart,
Knowing your beauty is seen, your roots are firm,
And the stone beside you provides the ground for your peace.
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