The Oath of May

A breath opens, clear and vibrant, imbued with the gentleness of spring. Forms burst into luminous corollas, like flowers offered to the wind in a rapture of renewal. Each iridescent curve becomes a promise, each spark a new germination. Light dances, fresh and ardent at once, caressing the air with violet and golden hues. It fills space with tender hope, like a song of rebirth. Here is sealed the vow of May: a silent covenant between nature and eternity, the pledge of a world that begins again with every breath. The entire canvas breathes the vitality of dawn, that fragile moment when the future springs forth still unmarked. Yet can this vow, fragile as a morning bloom, withstand the winds of time, or must it be reinvented each spring?